I was thinking about how long I had smoked and how long I have given up. I suspect, like me, a lot of us were smoking from the day we were born. Those of us who are a certain age can say that our parents smoked in the house and we (alot of us) followed suit pretty early on in our lives. I had a severe attack of bronchitis when I was 8 that, according to memory and family history, was so serious it nearly killed me. I really hated them smoking and used to play them up about it. It didn't stop them smoking and It didn't stop me starting when I was 14 though! At 58 I now have emphysema (albeit mild currently) and wonder about it all. No point in crying over spilled milk for me but it makes me shudder to realise that my smoking may have harmed my son ( I too smoked in the house until he was 9 - he's 27 now).