Not nothin’, not nohow.
Both my parents smoked when I was small, but they quit after the Surgeon General’s report. I never bothered me then, but as an adult I absolutely hate it.
No cigarettes, no cigars, no pipes, no joints, no pills that weren’t prescribed and needed, nothing controlled or illegal. I drink alcohol maybe twice a year. Just never had any interest.
Never smoked anything.
I spend my money on other things (curries! computer games!) 
When I was about 12, we had a health talk at school about smoking. I came home and told my Mum (a smoker) she had to stop immediately.
“Why, dear?”
“Because you’re going to die!”
She never smoked again. 
never smoked anything, legal or illegal. I’ve also never been drunk, not even the slightest bit tipsy.
I haven’t. My mom smoked the most in our family, I’m pretty sure, and being around so many cigarettes and smoke was more than enough to make me not want to try it, ever.
Never smoked, never wanted to smoke and thankfully I was free of the influences of those annoying “peers” and their pressure all though school, so I never had anyone trying to get me to smoke.
Tell me about it. Both of my sisters smoke, and the older one has asthma. My older brother and I are pretty vehement anti-smokers, mostly from seeing our father die of lung cancer which, I can tell you, is one very ugly way to die. My older brother did smoke pot, but hasn’t in decades, but I’ve never been tempted on that front either (see section above on “peers”).
Haha. Man, a childhood full of all the typical anti-drug education (Just Say No and DARE and all that) had me convinced that when I stepped into high school, there would be all kinds of pushers constantly trying to force cigarettes upon me, that people got bullied for not smoking, and so on. Reality ended up being rather boringly anticlimactic.
They’re warm? Didn’t know that. Interesting. Never touched a lit one.
Never. Not once in any form. Dad was a very heavy smoker who died of smoking related kidney cancer at only 54 - the greatest tragedy of my life - who discovered that my older brother (12 at the time) had been smoking. He said that he didn’t want things done behind his back and sat us both down in the lounge room and gave my brother a packet of cigarettes so they could smoke together ‘like men’. He kept going, and my brother wanted to be tough and kept going with him - until my brother spewed up everywhere and felt really sick for days. He never smoked again and I never started. Dad was a genius as a parent.
Annoying thing is that I got bladder cancer a few years ago - highly correlated with smoking (and other triggers with which I have no contact) - the probable trigger being so much contact with passive smoking. I was very lucky - it was caught early. Smokers are killing us non-smokers as well as themselves.
Nope, never had any inclination or desire to try it. My parents smoked when I was a kid, and I always found it repellant. And I was never the rebellious type anyway.
I haven’t.
No. At this moment, you’re one of at least 72, most of whom are in the United States.
In my childhood, smoking was never something forbidden and mysterious, but something firmly associated with long, boring visits to my least-favorite aunt and her boring daughter. No romance, no adventure.
Never. I despise cigarette smoke. I’m so glad that my parents quit smoking when I was young.
My parents smoked. I loathe smoking. Alcohol gets a ‘meh’ of disinterest from me, but smoking is something I will go out of my way to avoid. Including not dating smokers.
I remember coming home from my father’s place reeking. I would dash into my apartment, rip off my reeking clothes, and throw myself in the shower. It was that nasty. And when he moved, I cleaned his apartment. The beige walls were chocolate-brown in places above the baseboard heaters where circulating air had carried tobacco smoke past the same spots year after year.
And smoking is so inefficient! That was the thing that ultimately got to me, not the ugliness or the smell or even the health effects (which I, as a kid, did not yet know of; no-one had yet died in my family.) The smoker doesn’t even get to enjoy most of the tobacco. It burns unused between puffs.
I remember long rides in the car in midwinter with them smoking and maybe the window open a crack. I’m glad subjecting a kid to that is illegal now in Ontario.
My good friend who I’ve known since 6th grade (we’re both 23 now) has never smoked a cigarette. He was a member of the SDMB for a while and lurks from time to time. We both smoked pot (heavily at the end of high school/beginning of college) but I ended up quitting pot and kept with cigarettes, which I’ve smoked almost regularly (though not nearly as heavily as in the past) for about five years.
All in all I think I quit the wrong one…
I guess there are a lot more than 12 of us in the US.
I haven’t either.
As a child, I had strong reactions to cigarette smoke. I got over this when I had two girlfriends who smoked:), but by that time cigarettes were way too pricy and the health risks too well known. Plus I didn’t hang out with smokers, and that’s usually how you pick up the habit.
I’ve never smoked marijuana either. Growing up poor, you’ve got one shot to get out and fooling around with illegal stuff is the easiest way to blow that chance. Also (I know a lot of people will rush to refute this) everyone I know who smokes pot pretty much sits on their coach and watches the world go by. That’s just not a lifestyle I want to have.
Yeah, I hate that. I videotaped a friends kids band at Mike’s Tavern in Kansas City a couple of years ago. The audience was all 21 to mid-20s and they were all smoking like an industrial blast furnace. I left that place livid and ranting and my damn camera, made of metal, plastic and glass, smelled like smoke a week later.
Not cigarettes. I’ve smoke a cigar on… two occasions, that didn’t really do much for me. I’ve smoked pot maybe a half dozen times. Only sure I’ve been stoned once, the other times were a combination of crappy weed/not knowing how to smoke properly, and being drunk.
When I was growing up I had two heavy smoker parents and I absolutely hated it. Hated the smell and the dirty ashtrays. When we went somewhere in the car I bitched and moaned and pulled my shirt over my face. Then , unlike most posters in this thread, I developed a fascination with smoking and by late adolescence I was smoking myself. Wonder what the difference was.
Been a non smoker for quite a while now, but still miss the idea of it.