Be me.
Be 12.
With my friend, steal a pack of ciggies from his mum.
Smoke a couple in low ground between two fields, surrounded by Meadow Pipits and Chiffchaffs.

Didn’t bother for a fair few years after that. Never really got into it, but enjoyed the acceptable work breaks that came with it for a while. Haven’t smoked more than a cigar or two a year for the last 25 years.