lol. This brings back so many memories reading you guys.First time I was thirteen. My family are all farmers so we have a multi-decade history of cultivating outdoor herb for our personal use.However, my cousin's best friend had just flown back from vancouver and he had some kind of kush, I think it was Afghani. I had never smoked before, and of course being a true Canadian we went right for the buckets. I had three hits, full full hits that I pulled so much I could feel my rib-cage pushing right out. Hacking and coughing.It wasn't long until the high kicked in though. And holy mother fuck. I had a massive body high AND head high where it felt like my head and body were detatched, I zoned in on everything at once. Eventually I tried taking so much in I had to just sit there with a beer and stare at the wall becasue just hearing people talk caught my concentration so much.I didn't smoke again until I was 16, literally the day after I got my drivers' license and could drive around by myself (just bought an 88 Honda lol). One of my friends thought we should celebrate it, so we decided to take some mushrooms. They weren't cyans (I didn't even know they existed at the time), but I probably had about 1/8. Then he pulls out a joint and we smoke that. THEN he pulls out a six-pack of beer cans as I'm pulling onto the highway at 11 at night and cracks two open.I have not combined weed and mushrooms until this day, for the simple reason that I got an insane head high, and every time we would get up to about 60mph I would suddenly see sparks flying over the hood of the car and it would look like the car was literally trying to drive INTO the road. So I would be screaming at the top of my lungs because it looks like we are trying to drive through the fucking earth to Sibera, my friend is laughing his face off.Took us about ten minutes to get to the next exit, which was 2 miles away. Thank god there were no cops around lol.