I have begun to smoke marijuana again after several years of abstinence. I have been fairly careful of when I smoke, especially around my house. However I have noticed that when I am high, I can see life through the eyes of my two children. It seems that smoking allows me to see life in a way that I had forgotten long ago. I can relate to my children in a way that does not belittle them but is accepting of them, and in return, I can revisit my early life as my sons. To listen to them talk allows me to share their enthusiasm about life again.

Happy memories!

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