Almost 2 Months...cold Turkey! :)

I was 12 years old when I was offered my first ciggarette. Living in a trailer park, my little friends and I would walk around the court and look for butts to smoke. We thought that we were cool, looked older. In reality? We stunk and made ourselves look like we were bad kids. My mom was the first to know and her response was, "I'd rather you do it in front of me than hide it in your bedroom and throw your ciggarette under the bed and set the house on fire when you thought I was coming up the steps." Yeah... so my mom, who also smokes, helped me hide the habit from my dad. I had to smoke in our bathroom because anywhere else I was afraid he'd catch me. When mom got home from work, we'd go on walks and she'd supply me with the cancer sticks. One day I forgot to flush my butt down the toliet when it was only me and dad home.. I was so busted! But after some screaming and yelling... he got over it fast (he smokes too) and generally had the same thought process as my mom. By the age 18, I was smoking about a pack a day. My only friends were the others that smoked in school since we would all meet in the morning at the "Smoker's Corner" before the bell. One friend in particular that I started to talk to more and more often began encouraging me to quit. I didn't like the fact that she thought I stunk or the fact that her kids would know when we hung out because of me stinking up their car... This lovely friend of mine invited me to the beach with her this summer for 2 weeks and before those two weeks I managed to go 6 days smoke-free. By the end of the vacation and prior couple of days, I was almost at a month! Something I had never done before! II dont want to ever smoke again and haven't since! Seriously, I have never been so proud of myself!!!!!!! :)