I remember my cousin and I finding a few jugs of hard cider in my grandparents cellar. Alcohol content was probably about 3%. Deceptively good tasting stuff until the headache later. We were about eight or nine then. Taught me a lesson. I didn’t have another drink for twenty some years. Smoking was another thing. Most of the boys I grew up with tried it one time or another and some took up smoking a pipe or having a chew. Very few smoked cigarettes as they were too expensive. I tried a chaw once but didn’t know not to swallow the juice. I was sick as a dog for a couple of days. Never tried it again.
In my Junior High science class, we took a vacuum pump and put a paper filter in a holder in line to the intake. At the intake to the filter, we put a cigarette holder. We ran 2 packs of lit cigarettes through it and then looked at the previously-clean, pure white filter, which was now covered with an icky brown sticky tar that reminded of the tar that they use to pave streets with.
I never had the slightest interest in smoking after seeing that, right before my eyes.