A Defining Moment Of My Life In Puerto Rico

I also adjusted myself to myself. Especially beginning to smoke at sixteen years old. With no regard to the smoking age in Puerto Rico; which is at eighteen years old. My parents used to smoke. My mother smokes since she was eighteen years of age until now at age forty-three. On the other hand, my father started smoking after he divorced my mother. But stopped smoking six years later. This was when he married my stepmother and announced that she was pregnant. She repulses cigarette smoking. My father repulsed my cigarette smoking, but that changed. Now he smokes a cigarette with me once in a while behind my stepmother’s back. It happened to me differently. I did not start smoking because of a life defining moment. Not in behalf of peer pressure. Not that I was interested. I smoked in spite of all of that. Me being too curious. Being too young, yes, too young. I did it, although I understood its consequences; I was aware. But I was too young to …show more content…
Right there and then, I turned into a full fleshed, real-life, secret service agent – I entered the realm of espionage – when I saw it. I committed myself to steal. Tiptoeing, stopping, tiptoeing, stopping and repeating it to the kitchen. Pushing myself against the wall at any noise; at any sight or sign of being caught in action. I was metamorphosing into a shadow. Yet I was unsure if it was my own shadow. I, however, did not know I was becoming my reflection. Misbehaving became my forte – it was ecstasy – and I felt sure of it. I kept flashing my license to kill – at myself. It did not have to do with smoking. Or killing myself by smoking. It was needing to remain uncaught. I succeeded the first time stealing and hiding; I was good at it. I did it every night. I smoked my cigarettes whenever my mother was not home. Until I got caught. That was when I stopped for a while. The scheming had disappeared and the feeling