the first time i smoked pot was at camp- it was powerful marijuana and we stayed with a counselor in his cabin the transition weekend in between sessions-one kid brought the weed and we really wanted to smoke it-it was a bunch of young boys-and we smoket it and it hit us-everyone was lauging but it became kind of twisted-two kids started acting out s******* it was just kind of happening before me-there was no contact between the two people but one person was touching his p**** while the other was making pretend phonesex noises for him. There was an innocent psychosis-our little represseed minds found a release valve and let loose-but when I thought about it after I became confused-I was twelve. The camp management confronted us lovingly, but I was in terror-I knew it was wrong to have smoked pot at camp-but I didn’t recognize that I could have been kicked out for it, because we thought we were going to get away with it. I was so scared-i had that horribly anxious feeling like the first time sitting outside the principals office, or when you break something valuble to your parents and you’re convinced they are going to kill you for it, like your life is over and also because you betrayed someone’s trust. It was uncomfortable-but I ended up getting through it-but there were serious consiquences for other kids-one kid was kicked out, another was looking at the possibility of getting kicked out of his foster home, another counselor was getting fired. I remember later on wondering what the other kids could hear from the other cabin-I became ashamed and paranoid about it. and i kept it secret deep down for a long time. By confessing this I completely release the poision from my body and clear out space for my higher power to connect with me to manifest miracles, benifiting myself and others.