Abstract
When your children are small, you cannot help but have aspirations for them. Dreams couched in success of some sort, often academic, sport or careers based or even a combination. I did: I had visions of my sons following the conventional academic route leaving with a fistful of qualifications and then embarking on a professional careers whether doctor, solicitor or whatever, while being successful at whatever sport they played. However, one day when my eldest son was 14, I watched those dreams go up in smoke literally—cannabis smoke.
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