We were visiting a family friend's place, I was about 10 years old, everyone was sitting around the table having a premeal drink then the host brought myself and my older brother a small glass of beer, about 2 ounces. I liked the taste.
This post was edited by Kittigate at September 23, 2021 9:24 PM MDT
Apart from stealing the dregs of my father's beer bottles from a very young age, it was a party. I was fourteen, and the host's father was a home brewer. I actually didn't get hammered, but I was feeling very little pain.
My best friend and I were at her married sister's house hanging out like we so often did. We were probably around 12. They had a few friends over for dinner and after dinner started making drinks called Tom Collins. They said my friend and I could have one if we liked. So we did. It was lovely. I had more. The next thing I remember was waking face down on gravel. My friend's sister was saying I had to get up and shower or we would be late for Church. Getting to church was always a condition of me spending the night away from home on Saturday. When I got to the bath and looked in the mirror my hair was standing straight out from my head. I felt like crap. I went to Church. I don't drink.
I unwittingly drank alcohol for the first time when I was 10 years old. I was at a party and drank a bit of what looked like grape juice. I didn't like the taste, and I later learned that what I drank was wine.
