I remember the first time I liked feeling different. My father died when I was 8 years old and the doctor gave mom some medicine to calm me down. I took that first teaspoon of that relaxing concoction and felt such warmth and peace. I didn’t worry about molesting boss-man #1 or anything else. I was out of school for a few days and when I went back to school, I wasn’t being give this wonder drug anymore. I faked a crying fit saying I missed my Daddy and mom came to the school and gave me more meds. I guess this was the beginning of my using.