I spent the summer holidays in Poland to visit my family. I was chilling with my neighbour and decided to blaze together. We got high beside a church (which I felt really bad for but I didn't know it was one until I read the sign on the front). We smoked at this hill in the forest, and I almost fell on my face going down the trail back down. We went into a grocery store and bought chips and chocolate bars. I had to go to my cousins has at 5 pm which was in 2 hours. My grandparents didn't know I was high as fuck or neither did my aunt or uncle. While at my cousins house, it started to pour rain and then there was thunder. They live in a high rise apartment so a black cloud was as high as their windows. I was freaked out that I was going to die, but it was an awesome experience seeing a storm like that. That was the first time I got baked in Poland.