When I was 5 years old my dad (who walked with crutches at that time) would send me down to the gas station on the corner to buy him a couple of packs of camels. As I recall, they were 25 cents a pack at the time. The guys working at the station would always give me crap but sold them to me anyway. Later in life, I always looked older than I really was (my mother would pull gray hairs out of my head when I was in high school). As a result, when I went away to college, I was 18 years old buying whiskey for 20 year olds because I never got carded. There was a bar in that college town that never carded anyone. One night it was full of 18 year old college students drinking beer when 4 policemen came in. They ordered everyone outside and told us to line up so we could be carded. Surprisingly, when the 4 policemen finally came outside to card the people lined up, there was no one in line who wasn't old enough but there were a lot of cars driving off out of the parking lot. Ah, for the good old days when people didn't take life so seriously!