When grandma saw me across the street, she came over to talk to my friends and I, but she pulled me away from them
I’ve always been small for my age, and sometimes that’s a good thing. At 16 years old, not quite 5 foot tall, and weighing less than 80 pounds, it is easy to hide round people. I listen to my brothers talk about their dates, and their dates talk about my brothers. I also secretly listened in on what I was told was adult talk, without them knowing I was in the room. My mom and dad were discussing the new law that recently legalized medical marijuana. Some of our family members thought it was an amazing thing, while others thought it was the downfall of civilization. My grandmother never said a thing about medical marijuana, and I took it she either didn’t agree with the legalization, or she just didn’t care. I was downtown with some of my friends one afternoon, and we were walking by the medical marijuana dispensary. You can see into the dispensary itself, but you could see people constantly coming and going. It was shocking to see my uncle Pete walking into the marijuana dispensary, when my grandmother was walking out of the marijuana dispensary. Uncle Pete was the one who stressed the loudest about marijuana legalization being the downfall of civilization. When grandma saw me across the street, she came over to talk to my friends and I, but she pulled me away from them. She told me she didn’t want me telling anyone that she had been inside the medical marijuana dispensary, but I could blab all I wanted about uncle Pete. She wanted him to know someone had seen him at the marijuana dispensary.