Liz, I like to think I NEVER judge. The more naughty things you do, the more you realise you have NO right to judge anyone else.

Ok, now we've got down to the nitty gritty....my first was in the back seat of an old Ford Prefect with a klaxon horn at a place called Pelican Point We were both 17 and it was something I had decided it was time I did. Afterwards I wondered what all the fuss was about...no big deal and not particularly enjoyable I thought. It was quite a long time until I realised why it was enjoyable, but I kept doing it anyway!

My first fag (cigarette) was also my last. I was 15 and was given it by a friend who said "I bet you can't smoke the whole thing" so I did (of course). I wasn't sick like some people I know, but I thought it tasted so disgusting I've never had another one...I'm very glad to say.

Lots of other firsts in my life...I'm still having firsts. I might write some more of them when I think about it.

Love Lynne