It was New Year's Eve about 10 years ago. My brother approached me and asked me if I wanted to try pot, I said yes and the rest is history.

We went out at about 2am, it was about 30 below zero ... we dropped the joint twice in the snow, but found it both times. Didn't think I was high until I got home into the warmth. I couldn't stop giggling and I stuck my head in the kitchen sink (it seemed the most obvious course of action at the time).