One of my favorite moments was when I was a like 19, and my family visited Costa Rica. I made friends with a band that was staying at our resort. Two of the women in the band invited me to come back to their room with them. I was a heavy weed smoker at this time. However, my family had forbade me from bringing any weed on this trip. Luckily, these two women led me back to their room. They let me take a hit from their bong. They let me take a huge hit.
I felt a huge sense of relief. I hung out in their room for a while, then walked back to spend time with my family. No one in my family noticed I was high. OR maybe, they noticed but did not say anything to me about it.
This resort had everything. It had a farm cool people to talk to in the lobby, and a pool. There was even an underground pool that I visited with my siblings at night. I felt very privileged.
Things We Forget 
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