I was 14 when I figured out smoking Lucky Charms marshmallows got you high. It was a dumb bet. A joke really. A bunch of us soon to be highschoolers were smoking and hanging out and someone dared me to smoke a Marshmallow out of a nearby box of Lucky Charms. We all laughed as I placed the beautiful Green Hat marshmallow in the bowl over some partly burnt weed. I took a big ass hit and torched the marshmallow as it popped and melted into a black mess. (I can still smell that horrible smell)
At first I thought it was just the weed as I noticed my my head feeling lighter and a warm rush flow out through my body from my lungs. There is almost a psychedelic effect to it, but warm, like Mescaline. Soon Enough I couldn’t deny the way I felt. This was not just in my head. I kept telling everyone how high it made me but I don’t think anyone really believed me and I quickly stopped mentioning it out of fear of sounding like a stupid kid.

It was a week or so later until I thought to try it again. I had skipped school and was attempting to smoke a bowl alone when the idea came to me. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a brand new unopened box which I knew we had. I cracked the seal on the vacuum sealed goodness and grabbed a White and Blue Unicorn crushed it between my fingers and sprinkled it on the bowl. I took the biggest hit I could and blew it out. Instantly that same feeling came back to me but even stronger this time probably from the monster hit I just took.

I was hooked.

It started off with just once everyday when I was able to get alone and smoke but soon I was smoking 3 or 4 marshmallows at a time to get even close to the same effects. I eventually realized the Blue ones are the strongest. I don’t know if its the coloring or what but I swear the blues hit different. I used to have to make excuses and hide the real reason I always carried a sandwich baggy of Magically Delicious Mallows with me. My friends thought I was crazy but just laughed it off. My Mother eventually noticed the marshmallows were missing from both boxes of lucky charms we had at the time. I told her I just liked to snack on them. Big mistake. My loving mother found out you could order whole bags of just straight marshmallows and from my birthday that summer she got me the biggest bag of marshmallows you’ve ever seen. This is where my problem got way worse. I spiraled out of control. I couldn’t avoid it. It was just always there and no matter how long I had abstained Id always come back to adding them to my bowls and smoking them.

Ive been clean from Mallows (as I used to call them) for over 6 years and Ill never try them again. They were killing my lungs. At my worst I remember smoking them off of tin foil like a true addict. I considered telling my mom I was hooked on Xanax or pills to try and get her to send me to rehab. But eventually I found with god and some amazing psychedelic trips and self reflection that this is who I never want to be again.

Ive wanted to tell someone this for so long and had NOONE to talk to. I even considered not posting this as I didn’t want to have anyone else discover this and go through what I went through. But It feels so good to get it out. I just wanted to tell someone before I died. Thanks for listening.