The school bell, signalling an end to a 'dreadful' school day, just took a long time to ring. Just after what we called play-time, it was supposed to be an end-of-day school assembly. Here, there would be a prayer and a few announcements...and so I thought. But I kept stamping my feet on the ground with impatience because the announcements were just too long; too long for my next regular escapade which was now turning into an addiction! As soon as the teacher announced 'hooray', I would dash in a speed of lightning to home where my father's pack of cigarrettes awaited me! Yes, I would puff the stuff until my common sense told me to stop! This became my everyday routine, and I loved it!
The day my mother caught me was the day I quit. I was given a hiding for almost two weeks, each time after supper! Although I remember those days with great anguish, I still thank my mother for beating the 'addiction' out of me!
Folks, smoking is not cool at all!
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