When I was visiting WA state in 86' (about 9/10ish) my cousin's older friend had this cigs with flowers all the way up them. I thought they looked so cool. She lit up and and handed it to me. That was my first drag. I can't remember if I coughed or gagged.
I didn't smoke again until I was back in CA, when the summer ended. I was at the window and saw my sister stomp out a cig before jumping on the back of her boyfriends motorcycle. I ran out and picked it up to try it.
I started sneaking cigs from my mom or my sisters pack after that, but not smoking regularly since I couldn't get my hands on them all the time.
When I turned 11, I started hanging out at an ice skating rink in Hawaii (also where I met my hubby). Everyone, and I mean...everyone, smoked there. Every age, too. Everyone had cigs and everyone passed them around. Guess I just didn't want to look like the square. It wasn't hard to buy cigs there. We had these trucks, like ice cream trucks, drive around and park on the road everywhere, but they carry candy, snacks, food, drinks....and cigs. They never ask for ID.
...that was about 24 years ago.