First time I went to the cannabis dispensary, it looked nothing more than a local sales room entrance. The only difference between the cannabis dispensary in one of the small sales rooms was that the saleroom didn’t have a speaker with a security camera attached. You had to show ID to prove you were 21 before getting into the cannabis dispensary. Once your ID was checked, they would buzz you in if you proved to be who are. Once I got into the first store, there was a young lady sitting at a desk who physically wanted to see my ID. she made some notations on her computer, and waved me in. I heard a buzz in the door to the marijuana dispensary opened. Even before I could get into the marijuana dispensary, I could smell the odor of marijuana wafting through the door. I almost felt like I could stand on tiptoe and float into the dispensary, like they show people in cartoons floating away on love. I knew it didn’t really happen that way, but the joy I felt when I smelled that marijuana had me laughing. I had finally turned 21, and I could go into a marijuana dispensary. I did a lot of fantasizing about this moment, but none of those fantasies quite matched up to the reality of when I smelled that marijuana. No matter how many times I go into a marijuana dispensary from this time forward, it will never match the first experience. Nothing could have ever prepared me for what I felt that very first time.