My son jokingly told me that when on vacation you do as the natives do. I decided to take his dues the natives do quite literally. I told him I wanted to go into a recreational pot store. The look on his face was priceless. You would have thought I had told him I wanted to commit a murder instead of going to a recreational pot store. I thought that if recreational marijuana was so good for them, I wanted to find out why. I couldn’t quite understand the reasoning why some would want to use something that would make them lose all inhibitions. My want for self-control over everything I do, was the way I lived my life. However, there was something inside me that wanted to find out why pot seemed to be so much fun to use. I felt that if I was safe around anyone, it was my son and his wife. Neither one of them would let anything happen to me. So, that afternoon, we headed to a recreational pot store. I’m not sure what I expected, but it was not what I saw. The recreational pot store he took me to, looked more like a sweet shop. There were candies all over the shelves. Inside the display cases, there were cupcakes, cakes and different baked confections. My son bought one cupcake for the three of us to share and I’m glad all I took was one bite. An hour later, I was giggling uncontrollably and wondering what possessed me to want to go into the recreational pot store.