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  1. The very first time alcohol ever passed my lips was probably a sip of my dad’s or grandfather’s beer. The first time I ever actively drank alcohol was probably drinking vodka mixed with red kool-aid, memorable because it was in my parents’ basement with a group of kids I wouldn’t normally be drinking with. I suppose “normally” isn’t appropriate in that example- we were high school freshmen, but still. These were choir geeks (not derogatory, I was one too) and not who I would “party” with as the years wore on. There was someone there who thought they knew this would be a good thing to drink, but I don’t recall how or why they knew it. I remember being sick and I remember it being red.

  2. Deanna Ogle says:

    The first actual time was probably when I went to mass for the first time at 19 and I didn’t know that communion involved actual wine. My real first time was at our engagement party with some of our good friends. I was still underage at the time, but we broke out some champagne. I remember actually saying out loud, “I feel funny. Is that burn-y feeling the alcohol?”

  3. I was of legal age (18 was legal at that time) and in college the first time I took a sip of alcohol. My dates/boyfriends/sorority sisters insisted I did, so that’s what I did: took A sip of the alcohol that was given to me. I did that perhaps three or four different times, until I decided to stop doing what I had no need to do.

  4. I can remember it like it was yesterday. Growing up in the 60′s, alcohol was a part of suburban life. Dad came home from work and had a ‘cocktail’ or glass of wine before dinner, and after. anyway, our domestic water well clogged and we had to drive a new one. In the basement with a slide hammer and 4′ sections of 2″ pipe, we drove a 40′ deep well (I was 16 at the time). Afterwards, my father broke out a case of beer for all of us who drove this well(me, my dad, and a couple of my uncles) When my mother came downstairs and saw me sucking on a beer with everyone else, she gave my dad ‘The Look’. Now, my dad always deferred to my mom, as in “Ask you’r Mother if it’s O.K.”. So, I was kind of shocked when he said to her “He did a man’s job today, he can have a mans drink”. Good God that beer tasted sweet!

  5. Frederique says:

    I was twelve when my mom gave me wine with a lot of water during dinner. Didn’t like it so much but said nothing cause I got to do something only grown ups did. From that moment on it was a regular occurence around dinner. The water became less and the wine more. Mom teached me the wine regions, the grapes and I developed favorites.
    For me alcohol was always associated with dinner.
    Never got overly drunk or developed any kind of adiction.
    Cheese however is a problem, can’t go 3 days without it while I am sure it isn’t doing my waistline any favours.

  6. I think the first time, it was at a family party when my father gave me a sip of beer… I was six. Then, for my actual first drink, my father, my brothers and I had gone to a sports bar to watch a soccer game and we all had a full beer. My father is not with us anymore, but when I see my brothers, we take the time to go to a bar and have a drink together.

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