My child jokingly told me that when on vacation you do as the natives do.
I decided to do as the natives do quite literally.
I told him I had the wish to go into a recreational pot shop, and the look on his face was hilarious. You would have thought I had told him I wanted to commit a murder instead of making my way to a recreational pot store. I was thinking that if recreational marijuana was so fantastic for them, I wanted to find out why. I could not easily understand the reasoning why some would choose to use something that would make them lose all inhibitions. My want for self-control over everything I do, was the way I lived my life pretty much. Of course, there was something inside me that wanted to find out the actual reason why pot seemed to be so exciting to use. I felt that if I was safe around people, it was my child plus his husband. Neither of them would let anything happen to me. So, that day, we headed to a recreational pot shop. I’m not entirely certain what I expected, however it was not what I saw. The recreational pot store he took me to was something like a sweet shop. There were candies all over the shelves. Inside the display cases, there were cupcakes, cakes plus odd baked goods. My child bought just a single cupcake for us to share plus I’m cheerful all I took was one single bite. An hour after that, I was giggling uncontrollably plus wondering what possessed me to want to go into the recreational pot shop.