Aunt Jenny was a colorful character, who taught me a lot about life. She was actually my great aunt, my grandmother’s older sister, and there was never a time I can remember when she wasn’t an integral part of our tightly-knit family unit. Aunt Jenny loved to cook, and there were many family events where I would stay with her in the kitchen all day as she made dozens of plates of food. Aunt Jenny had a secret that none of my brothers and sisters knew, one that involved her food. While she made yummy desserts and treats for everyone, she was constantly making cannabis edibles for herself. The crazy part was that Aunt Jenny didn’t even try to hide the cannabis from me. Since I was with her so much she decided to be honest, because in her estimation there was nothing morally wrong with cannabis. She said “you’re not like the others, you’re cool, you won’t judge me for using marijuana.” I was young enough that I had no idea what marijuana even was, so I didn’t care at all. She explained that cannabis was a special kind of plant that she ground up into her food as medicine. This sounded like awesome medicine to me, so I asked to try cannabis, and she said it only worked on adults. “When you turn 17, come back and I’ll give you all the pot brownies you want, but it’s just not OK for kids to do.” I spent years making cannabis edibles with Aunt Jenny before I ever tried one myself.