Even as far back as I can remember, both my parents smoked. My mom would stop while she was pregnant with us kids, but she’d restart not too long afterward.
One time, when I pretty small, I asked my dad if I could try one of his cigarettes. He suddenly looked really surprised, and not at all happy.
My dad explained that cigarettes taste bad and hurt your lungs, and that he only smoked because it was hard to stop. When he said he didn’t ever want to catch me smoking, I don’t recall what the exact expression on his face looked like; all I know is that it upset me so much, I decided I’d never smoke a cigarette.
I’m not saying that this would work for everyone. All I know is that I never found cigarettes to be remotely cool, attractive, or interesting.
Laugh hard; it’s a long way to the bank.