Day 208. Not Easy

I read on Facebook yesterday, a cousin of mine was celebrating her tenth anniversary of not smoking.  Good for her!  It’s quite an achievement.  And I know, because I quit.  It’s got to be twenty-five years ago.  Long time.

Of course when I started to smoke we had no idea it was bad for us.  Actors smoked, even in movies.  My parents both smoked.  Probably most of the people I knew, smoked.  Although I didn’t start when all my friends did.  I was on one of those teen tours and got terribly bored with one of our stops.

Kenora, Ontario.  Nothing to do on a good day, and it rained for the two or three days we were there.  That was when I started smoking.  Not the smartest move I’ve ever made, but I was a kid.

At the beginning it wasn’t too bad.  But as time went by, I smoked more and more and more.  Until I was up to