Extract from my book....Age 12

I wonder does it shock people that 12 year olds smoke hash?

This is me, in 1992:

I could feel the warmth of the fire as we entered our new hideout, a basement shed under the eight-storey block. The sound of UB40 came from the stereo, while Steo and Snarts and some other friends sat on crates, skinning up spliffs and laughing amongst themselves. Steo's face looked soft by the light of the fire. Before I knew it I had forgotten all about my da. I could no longer understand what people were saying. Everything was becoming a blur. But it didn't matter - I was with Steo and no-one could hurt me.