My name is Maddie and I am writing this blog post about my fear of cigarettes as a small child. My great-grandmother has smoked since before I was born, and still continues to smoke today.
Once, when I was about six years old, she had just left my house and when I went into the kitchen I found one of her cigarettes on the ground still glowing. I thought that it was going to explode and started crying for my mom, saying that “one of great-grandma’s ‘things’ was on the ground.” My mom simply picked it up and threw it outside. I was shocked! I expected a big ordeal.
I can remember my great-grandmother throwing her cigarettes on the grass then warning me to stay away from them because it was very dangerous. I would sit off at distance and watch . I never understood it… if it was so dangerous, then why did she put it in her mouth? To me, cigarettes were sticks that caught on fire. I was terrified of them! And sadly, even though she is an amazing woman, the strongest memories I have of my great-grandmother are of her and her cigarettes.
I don’t want to be known for my smoking, and I don’t want smoking to hide who I am. I want to be a positive influence to my younger brothers, cousins, and all future generations to come.
- Maddie, Allston-Brighton