I grew up in east Tennessee, we started out with rabbit tobacco in our homemade corn cob pipes and gravitated to stuffing our pipes with remnants of cigarette butts that we picked up off the side of the road. I started smoking Lucky Strikes or Camels when I was 12. At 16 I was a pack a day smoker. We bought all of our cigarettes out of the vending machines that were everywhere. One day the price went from 25 cents a pack to 27 cents, you put 30 cents in ln the machine that didn't make change and the pack of cigarettes would have 3 cents inside the cellophane the pack was wrapped with, this was back in the 63-64 era.
When I saw that the price had gone up, I said to myself, "that is outrageous, I am not paying for that" and quit smoking for good. Sounds silly now but made sense back then because I worked very hard for every penny I had.
The next time I smoked tobacco out of a pipe was in Germany, the guys in our company just back from Nam were well versed in illegal substances. I walked into a large bedroom in the barracks one evening and these guys were passing a pipe. I had never seen dope before, turns out they had mixed hash with tobacco to cover up the smell. Naturally I gave it a try, strange stuff but not something I would seek out. I tried it a few more times in the following days and went back to my favorite drug of choice which was alcohol and lots of it. Common sense got the best of me when I was 40 and I quit booze as well, for good.
The thing that surprised me was how addictive tobacco was, a few hits for a few days in a row and I started craving cigarettes again. After this wake-up call I never touched tobacco again.