I was born and raised in the modern family home, a hundred miles from the nearest pizza shop or laundromat.
My family were subsistence livers, which means they worked off the land for all of their needs, and didn’t interact with civilization at all.
There were important gardens and fields for growing crops, which every one of us lived on, and sold the excess for extra money. When every one of us needed meat, every one of us went hunting. My parents were both smokers, but grew their own crop to smoke from hand made little pipes! Later on, I discovered they also grew and smoked tons of weed from those same pipes after the kids had gone to bed. All the little extras around the home that I took for certain had been provided by our folks selling cannabis, which was a profitable money crop. They weren’t pot dealers or marijuana farmers, just respected folks who grew a few lots of cannabis plants to sell to their friends and neighbors. I would come to find out that many upstanding members of the local area, including politicians, preachers, and cops, purchased marijuana from our folks. Looking at it through that mindset, our family was providing a community service by happily, quietly growing and selling marijuana to the nice people who needed it. Of course I had no plan about any of this when I was growing up, I never learned about the marijuana growing until I came back home from college. After finding that out, I never had to buy our own cannabis ever again, our parents would hook me up with a pound whenever I saw them.