I had my first experience with edibles when I was 5 years old. Came home from school to find my dad baking cookies, which was unusual because he wasn't a cookie baking kind of guy. He made a batch for my brother and I, and an "adult" batch which we weren't allowed to touch. Well we ate ours pretty quickly and before you know it I was on my brother's shoulders getting the adult cookie jar down from the top shelf. We ate the lot.
I couldn't say what the actual dosage was but according to my dad it was quite a large chunk of the finest Moroccan hash. Thing was though, we were fine, albeit stoned out of our minds. And while I couldn't handle a trip like that today, I can't help thinking that since childhood is already a pretty trippy time of life, perhaps we just took it in our stride. My dad was pretty freaked out - should he take us to hospital and face the music, or just keep us under observation? He chose the latter. We stayed off school for a couple of days. Apparently my brother slept most of the time and I stayed up asking all sorts of dumb questions about outer space. The 70's were awesome, lol!