Smoking kills, it's suicide.
I learned how to smoke when I was very little. My cousin taught me how to. We stole two sticks from our uncle and we hid at the back of my grandparents' house to puff. I lived up to everyone's expectation: I broke all the rules, got called up by the teacher/principal a lot of times, and I've been mentally and physically punished by my parents. Just like any teenagers out there, I got addicted to smoking but I gradually stopped. I smoked a lot less than when I was in high school.
Thank God. :D