Funny, I was just telling this story today to a co-worker...
I was probably around 15 or 16. In high school. After school one day I was hanging out at our local shop at the time and a friend offered some weed cookies that a friend of his had made. I had never had edibles before, had actually only smoked weed a few intermittent times before that, but of course, I took some. I stashed them in my backpack to try out later.
A couple days after that I went out climbing. The hike was long and I didn't bring nearly enough food. When I was wrapping up the climbing session, I decided to eat a small amount of the cookies. I figured it would be nice to get high on the hike out. About halfway through the hike I realized I wasn't feeling anything, but I was feeling really hungry, so I decided to eat some more of the weed cookies.
Fast forward an hour and I'm eating dinner at a burger joint, sitting there with the buddy I had gone climbing with. We got our food and I start ravenously devouring. Its a Five Guys, the burger place we're at, and if you've been to one of those you know they pretty much fill the entire bag with fries. I blindly ate all of them. When i got through the fries opened the burger and ate that with as little reserve as I had eaten the fries. It was right about the time I finished the burger that I looked up and realized I was really, really high.
I didn't really feel like I could move. I definitely was incapable of any kind of interaction with people. I knew I had to get to the bus station, just a 5 minute skate away under normal circumstances, within the next 30 minutes to catch the last bus home. This task, getting to the bus station, seemed both momentous and rather perilous to me. I'm pretty sure I mumbled something incomprehensible to my friend and just sort of ran out of the restaurant. The next bit I don't remember well but I did end up sitting in the bus station, with some minutes to spare before the bus came. It's late, but there's still probably ten people hanging around the station around me. I was sitting on a bench that encircled a big planter with a bunch of fake indoor plants in it. It was at this point that I realized I was feeling sick. I looked in the direction of the bathroom but it seemed a mile away (15 feet in reality) and the feeling that I could not move had returned. After successfully holding back the first couple of wretches, I had no choice but to just turn around and violently throw up into the planter behind me.
After vomiting I immediately felt better but also much more aware of the people around me. Nobody reacted in any way that I could, in my state, pick up on, but I was still so fucking embarrassed. My bus arrived and I was beyond relieved that no one else in the station boarded it with me. That was the last time I ate edibles of any kind for years, and to this day I'm pretty averse to them.