More than 10 years after quitting smoking, I was standing on a balcony in NYC with a few friends from Italy. They lit up as we drank and talked, and while I did

More than 10 years after quitting smoking, I was standing on a balcony in NYC with a few friends from Italy. They lit up as we drank and talked, and while I didn’t have a true desire to smoke one with them, the thought crossed my mind. What would it be like? Just one cigarette to remind me of when I was young? I think buried deep in our minds once we’ve started smoking and no matter how long after we quit is this question of what it might be like to try it one more time.