Yes and yes for a while in the 60s and it made me very giggly and aware of beauty in my surroundings, trees, the wind, the sea, a church I had never looked twice at, the stars in the sky.
Then we spent time in Asia and twice smoked a spliff, once in the home of a diplomatic couple we stayed with in Delhi and once bought in a famous pot shop in Kathmandu. Both time we had wild hallucinations, the first time I thought everything that was said I had already heard and my head pounded until I thought I was going mad. The second involved cockroaches the size of cats running everywhere in our hotel room. I have no idea what else could have been in the weed but that was it, never again.
I now know personally a few people who developed psychoses as a result of smoking weed from a young age and I’m thankful my youngsters did not have any interest in it. Perhaps tales of the cockroaches put them off.