The first time I got high was very early on in grade school.
We didn't yet have access to industrial glue or whipped cream canisters. We only had the basics: human physiology.
We'd hyperventilate, crouch down, and pinch the arteries on the sides of our necks to stop blood flow.
When we felt sufficiently dizzy, we'd get up and stumble around like an actor playing drunk in a bad B movie. This was our first cheap high.
One time, a good friend of mine passed out on his way up and smashed his head into a cement block, creating the forehead scar that he bears to this day.
We stopped playing the game after his accident.