When we were about 16 I stayed the night at my best friend's house. At about 2:00 a.m. she and I walked about 3 miles on a lonely road to my house and back. It was back in about '57 so much safer than these days. Haven't a clue what possessed us to do it.
I had a conversation with my son when he was in his 20's and I told him I was so happy he never drank or got into drugs. He said "Oh Mom, don't you remember me coming home from work at Pizza Hut and being in such a good mood?" He and his friend got into his friend's van after work and smoked pot. I asked him why he stopped, didn't he like it? He said no, he liked it too much. Whew!