Early elementary years.
I'd go to my grandparent's apartments that they lived at/managed after school got out. There was a hispanic kid, Ernie, a few years older than me that loved to hang out with me because he found out the TV in my grandparents "junk room" had the porno channel. My days with him consisted of watching porn (I was too young to even care about it), throwing rocks at cars driving the overpass by the apartments hoping to shatter windows/cause an accident, and spitting on the toddlers that ran around the complex. I distinctly remember 2 drug related instances:
1. Ernie took me to a neighboring apartment building to sit in this room with this old hispanic dude. The house reeked (of pot, but I didn't know what the hell the smell was) and the old hispanic guy gave me a dirty eye and asked Ernie who I was. Ernie bought drugs that day.
2. I knocked on Ernie's door to see if he wanted to go in the pool. His mom answered, I remember her face being very scrunched up with bloody looking eyes. She laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed at the fact that someone was at her door asking her son to go outside and play. Ernie finally came to the door and pushed her out of the way and said "lets go".
One day while watching porn with Ernie and another kid from the complex, someone had the bright idea of copying whatever it was the actors on screen were doing. Ernie took me into the bathroom and pulled out his hard-on and told me to suck it. Once again, I was too young to realize what the fuck was going on, but I was old enough to realize that it was fucking gross regardless, so I said no. I walked out of the bathroom, Ernie got the other kid, Javier, to go in the bathroom. However long later Javier came out of the bathroom spitting and wiping his mouth and looking distressed.
A month or so later Ernie and I were in the junk room watching TV when a very very drunk father of Javier came bursting into the room, with my grandparents trying to hold him back. He was crying and yelling, his wife was crying and trying to hold him back. Javier stood behind everyone crying and looking down. The dad grabbed Ernie and was screaming a bunch of shit at Ernie.
That was the day I first heard the word "******"
I guess Ernie is the one that might be going to hell. Once my parents found out about ALL this shit they never let me go back to my grandparents until they moved, which they did eventually.
Thank god I did't suck that guy's dick.