I know this sounds generic but this is what I believe in. I believe that drugs are wrong. When I here that someone I know has been doing drugs I wonder what all the hub bub is about. If it were that great it would be legal to do such a thing.
When I was in the seventh grade I had just gotten done with a lacrosse game. My grandparents wanted me to go hang out with my dad. I thought okay cool why not this is going to be fun. Little did I know that the drive we would take would be a long and nerve racking one. When we got close to where my dad was my grandfather told me that the place we were going was called Cumberland Heights. Being in the seventh grade and not knowing what this place was I wondered what it was. My grandparents would not tell me what it was, so I had to wait till we got there and my dad would tell me. When we got there I got out of the car and the first person I saw was my dad. He said hello to my grandparents then said walk with me. On that walk he told me that what Cumberland Heights was. I was astonished to find out that it was a rehabilitation center for people who were addicted to drugs and alcohol. When he said this he told me why one year he had only seen me four times. He said that all that he was doing was keeping him from being who he wanted to be. After I found out my mind felt as if it had been hit by a huge semi going one hundred miles an hour. This was where I started to REALLY BELIEVE that drugs are wrong.
With my personal experience I felt that I would never even touch things like that. With that promise to myself I go about my day hearing all these things and thinking they have no idea what could happen if they keep on doing all of those things. They have no idea what it is like to see someone fall apart from the inside out. I believe that drugs are wrong.
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