I grew up surrounded by smokers. Mom, Dad (until he quit), my grandparents...
Yet, I've never smoked. I never wanted to. I think a lot of that was coming from a 'poor' (in the financial sense) household. There were times where we had to be quiet and hide from the callers (which created issues for later life; both my sister and I jump when we receive unexpected visitors, and we've admitted to each other that our first instinct now is to hide). Yet, somehow, there was always money for cigarettes. And then, whenever we visited my grandparents, there was always a visible 'fug line' in the room as they all puffed away.
For all that, though, I was broadly against the indoor smoking ban (workplaces, pubs, restaurants and shops are all smoke-free areas these days). Where there's food...OK. But in pubs? Daft, and despite non-smokers saying they'd go into pubs more often if it wasn't for the smoke, no end of pubs closed in the first year or two post-ban, because it turned out the one who were crying loudest were the ones who didn't actually want to go into pubs anyway.
Smokers can still go outside, though, and I have to say I find it a bit daft that you can't smoke in outdoor areas over there.
'No smoking! Suck down exhaust fumes instead. No carcinogens in them, no, sir!'