Smoking is a habit that's hard to cure
MY PARENTS sent me off to the corner shop so often to buy cigarettes when I was a youngster that I can still tell you today what they smoked.
Dad lit up on Rothman's Cork Tipped cigarettes, while my mother's poison was Craven A.
Despite living in a household that smoked day and night it was one of the few vices I never fell victim to.
I suppose it was because dad caught me having a quiet cigarette in the lounge room when I was just seven. It was the first time I'd ever done it and my father was so proud of me he marched me out to demonstrate to the entire family how I could now smoke.
He made me finish the cigarette doing the drawback sending smoke billowing out my nose.
You guessed it, I turned green, threw up and from that day onwards never touched a cigarette.
My father died some years ago and never gave up the habit, while mum will be 83 years old this year and stopped smoking many years ago.
Did she smoke when she was pregnant with any of the six of us?
I don't know and didn't put the question to her yesterday when I was writing this column.
Understanding my mother I know she wouldn't have if she had the medical reports at her fingertips which now reveal the dangers associated with smoking during pregnancies.
Yesteryear there was an excuse, today there is none.
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