A vile habit – more correctly these days accepted as an addiction.

Although I knew better, I took up the habit at fourteen. Every couple of mornings on my way to school I would stop off at the family dairy and “nick” a pack of ten. The brand was whatever I could get my hands on, behind my back, as I’d stand by the open shelves talking to my dad, and slipping it into my blazer pocket. Captain Cork, de Resque (spelling?). At secondary school I’d sneak a fag at morning break or lunch time. In higher levels, I’d use the “excuse” of being a non-Catholic to skip their Catholic Education  classes and study in the grounds, fetching my pack from the back of the hollow ferro-cement grotto to Our Lady. I really did think I was the only girl at the convent who knew about the hidey-hole. How naïve!

At Teachers Training College we watched the obligatory black-n-white movie reels about the dangers of smoking, but it had little to no effect on our habits.

In related pages, I would like to share some of the world’s earliest anti-smoking reading matter available to children. Some of these were published in the 1800s! Yet, people  still used cigarettes and tobacco. I’m doing this to reveal just how dumb we smokers are. (Though I have stopped smoking now, I was just as stupid as any other.)