I Tried My First Edible in My Fifties, And This is What I Learned

I had a really straight-laced upbringing. My dad was a cop who worked for the Los Angeles Sheriff’s Department. He drank daily but was a firm “do as I say, not as I do” parent who stood behind the “just say no” sentiment. To teach us about the perils of drug addiction, we had a “<a href="https://drugfreegeneration.org/what-we-do/drug-education-kits.html" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">drug education kit</a>.” It was a little shadow-box “book” with a gold cover that sat on a shelf in the dining room. Beneath a plastic sheet were replicas of drugs and explanations. Barbiturates (downers), amphetamines (uppers), and a picture of a marijuana leaf— that’s really all I remember. As a pre-teen, I vowed to stay away. <a href="https://medium.com/inspired-writer/i-tried-my-first-edible-in-my-fifties-and-this-is-what-i-learned-e84defb0702">Website</a>