I have lived in the Midwest for the course of my life… I grew up on a farm with pigs, chickens, & cattle. My parents grew corn, alfalfa, & soybeans. I played football in high school & I right away started toiling on the farm as soon as I graduated. I never left the Midwest until a few years back. I went to a farming conference to learn more information about sustainable farming. My mother was supposed to go to the conference to represent our farm, although she was sick & was unable to attend. I went in her place & it was my first time leaving that little town. I took an airplane to the endpoint, but someone from the company headquarters met me at the airport & took me directly to the hotel. I checked into the room, which was as huge as my trailer at home. I met a couple of guys that were close to my age & we spent a lot of time together while we were at the conference. One of the guys made the choice to order recreational marijuana from a dispensary in town. The conference was in a venue with legal recreational marijuana. When he ordered marijuana, a couple of people found an excuse to leave the party early. I chose to stay. I was more than happy to smoke recreational marijuana with the man. It was my first time & it sounded basically like a lot of fun. I wasn’t going to get another chance in my life & I knew that. I smoked marijuana every single day I was at the conference & I even snuck some back to my household in my suitcase.