Cigarettes have existed in the history of mankind since the historical days. Smoking in the early 1900s was seen as healthful and invigorating. Although people are aware of the health risks involved in smoking, many still smoke. When I was fourteen years old, my best friend Alice and I thought that we would look more grown up if we started smoking. My father smoked, so we devised a plan for me to steal his cigarettes, and then Alice and I would meet behind Rensselaer Middle high School to smoke. We thought smoking would make us more popular with the older kids who hung out there. The next morning I sneaked into my parent’s room and stole a pack of Marlboro light cigarettes from her carton, and a pack of matches from the desk drawer. I hurried out the door to school with the overwhelming fear my father would catch me before I could get there. I ran three whole blocks before I met up with Alice. I proudly showed her my stolen pack of cigaret
Fourteen years later I am still smoking. I cannot go a day without a cigarette; I am addicted. I wake up in the morning the first thing I do is smoke a cigarette. I always smell like smoke. I can chew all the peppermint I want, but the smell is still there. My belief that smoking would make me look older was not altogether wrong. Smoking has caused wrinkles on my face and my fingernails to yellow. The effects that nicotine has had on my appearance are irreversible. Smoking for so many years has also taken a toll on my health. I am unable to run very far without losing my breath. I am more likely to get colds and develop respiratory problems. Asthma, bronchitis, and emphysema are always a lingering threat. I have to take time off from work for the illness that I received from smoking. Playing with my children is sometimes hard because when there’s running involved I have to stop to catch my breath.