I distinctly remember being mocked by a friend’s father for answering some question by saying “I read it in a book”. I was probably 9 or 10 at the time. Most of the guys that ended up on drugs (addicted that is - I experimented myself!) just weren’t curious people. We always had books at home - not necessarily good ones but I had a big encyclopaedia that I’d devour and a 40 volume set of books called the joy of knowledge. Honestly, just reading and being curious was the secret weapon. It took me into my mid 20s to sort myself out properly though!