I vividly recall my “work pills”. I was given, experimented on with, amphetamines in grade school in the late 60s. I recall the feeling of being “amped up” and REALLY wanting to be outside or anywhere but in a stodgy Catholic classroom. I hated that feeling of being trapped. In later years I found that same feeling later when I self-medicated with street speed. It seemed as if it was already condoned as a medication, begging the question: What are the roots of addiction?