My grandpa smoked his entire life. I was about 12 years old when my mom told him, 'If you ever wanna to see your grandchild graduate, you have to quit indefinitely. Tears rolled down eyes when he realized what exactly was at stake. He quit smoking up pronto. About four years later he passed away from lung cancer. It was gosh darn devastating and it crushed me. My mom strictly forbid smoking and left me with this warning- 'Don't you ever put a cigarette in your mouth. Please don't put your family through what your Grandpa had." I accepted. At 28, I have never touched a smoke. I must say, I feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because the lounge section gave me cancer anyways.