err..I got up this morning, I'm pretty sure of that....:biglaugh:
Actually, I am not sure if this is a proper memory, or if it is something I was reminded of by my parents (That makes deciding what are real memories very difficult, I find).
There was a kid next door to us in Africa; one day, he had just had his birthday, and had been given a wigwam. His parents were out, and he came over asking if I could go play with him (I must have been about 6 - working it out from where we were living at the time).
He took me into the wigwam, and told me he had found his parent's cigarettes, and we were going to have to smoke. We sat down in this tent, and he told me what to do :"You have to have a glass of water," he said, "You then put the cigarette between your lips, puff like mad, and then drink the water in one go".... speaks volumes of his parents' habits!
The fun part came when he told me we had to do a special ritual - because he had been given this wigwam, he had pinched a bronze hatchet (about ten inches long, heavy, with a very sharp steel blade - given to his mum when she had 'Christened' a ship - I have one from my Mother as well). We had to make a fire, put the axe in it, and then have a ceremonial burying of the hatchet.
The **** hit the fan when his Mum came home ( he was hiding) couldn't find him, couldnt find the hatchet, well, you can imagine! I think all the village policemen were called out..........:bonk: