When my mother used to smoke cigarettes we'd hide her carton of slim white smokes and tape pictures of cancerous lungs all over the house with dark frowning faces scribbled onto them and my father, sister and I would laugh for hours until she found them and laughed with us A decade after she quit and we still laugh our ***** off at the memory of those angry, angry lungs and it just goes to show that sometimes the things that seem horrible at the time make for the best memories