1st time- Age 16. Got caught on a friday night with some friends when we were camping in a place that was patrolled by security. Cops called my parents and my dad had to come pick me up. He said "I cant believe my son got caught smoking dope" and I was in some big trouble for about a month, then it died down. I didn't smoke for the whole summer, but started back up in the fall.
Since then my dad has talked about
-The the legalization of of weed, in a good way, saying "I'm not like Bill Clinton, so I will say I did inhale"
-His account of the original Woodstock
-A few other weed related things
Second time- Age 19. Ate valium, railed xanax, railed valium, ate a hydro, dissolved 1/2 of a suboxone, played pong, and passed out in my car. I started to remember things when my equally as fucked up friend was driving us home, and almost ran off the road. (I learned more than you think since this experience, so don't go on about how I'm stupid)
My friends metal bullet was left on the floor of my car in the process, and my dad found it when I was laying at home, recovering from the pills. He said 'Who does this belong to?' I said it was my friends' piece, and he just handed it back to me. He then said 'Don't drive around with this on your floor'.
The following evening, I was out and my mom called me and said 'So I have heard you have been smoking a little weed' and I just agreed and continued the conversation. She was cool.
Soooo, my parents know I smoke and they really don't care.