I grew up in a family of smokers. Everyone smoked, mom, dad, aunts, uncles, cousins you name it. Funny though in all that time my immediate bothers and older sister never picked it up. You think that with all that "influence" surrounding us it would have seemed the "natural" thing to do. I credit my dad a lot for getting into our heads that even though he did it he admitted himself that he wished he had not started and he knew it was bad. He's tried to quit too, several times. I remember one time he just lost it after a couple of weeks of trying.

I always think though that it could be something around the corner for me. I mean I work with people who smoke on a regular basis and inhale thier second had smoke everyday. When I go out for the occasion beer the pub is usually rammed and people are smoking. The only difference is they have filters on thier end, I don't. When ever I get that thought though I just picture myself lighting a 10 dollar bill on fire everyday and watching it burn for the rest of my life. That usually kills an notion right there. I'm too cheap to put out that kind of money!