When I was growing up, I remember my mom never let me around my aunt.
She told me she was a no-good woman who was more interested in smoking pot than being a part of the family.
I got to the point where I never told her when I talked to my aunt because I would get into trouble for hanging out with the pothead; Aunt was a single of my number one relatives, next to my Mom. she made me laugh, plus she told me a lot of stories about the early warm days. She only spent the final year of war in Vietnam, plus it was after the draft ended. She said she volunteered so she could see her friends who were there. She had just passed her internship at the local hospital plus she wanted to help anyone she could. I thought my aunt was a hero, but my family lauded her as a pothead who ran away. I often wondered if they knew where my aunt was for that year when they said she just took. She said she had helped many men plus ladies who had served in Vietnam, plus marijuana helped him to stop the nightmare. My aunt admitted she had used marijuana as a kid, but not as much as my family made it sound. Since a marijuana dispensary had opened in our town, they could find her buying marijuana products, despite the fact that she also had a medical ID card. My aunt wasn’t doing anything illegal, plus she was a nice lady.