when I was five or six (back in the early sixties) my grandfather used to let me taste his gin and tonics....and I'd keep asking for sips, because I didn't get a good tate with the last sip..do you remember your first taste of alcohol?
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Wait... I have something... let me find it.

I remember having wine and sambuca when I was a child.

i was young ... perhaps 9-ish

some type of red wine my mom let me try



thats was a nice memory ...thanx

I don't remember the first time, but I do remember a couple times I would sip beer from my grandpa's or something...I didn't like it. Still don't, actually; I just don't like the way it tastes.

I don't remember.....is that weird?

I can tell you what my LAST drink was!!!

he used to let me take puffs on his dutch masters cigars too

My grandfather used to work as a freight elevator operator in Detroit (God rest his soul) and he use to bring home those miniature bottles of alcohol from work and he let me taste one when I was probably about six years old-it was the worst tasting crap at that time. Hmmm Who knew it was some great stuff?

jerseykrs said:

me too ... 2 2weekends ago ...1 coors lite in those new blue liner cans


was nasty

Mach said:

jerseykrs said:

If the can label is not clear enough... Coors beer. Needless to say... we were taken into CPS custody.

The beer must of been all mine.

I retrieved this picture among many others later in life during a visit with my biological mother. I only have a few pictures during these first few years of life. Although I have a few memories that will last my lifetime.

Life, nevertheless is very positive and peaceful at this moment, I have made sure of it. ~Smile.

Ps~ Guess what I am drinking right now?

coffee It's only 100 degrees today, today is a good day for coffee.

Freespirit said:

is that the old fashion Coors can, with the push down button opening top?...that's when Coors tasted the best

Freespirit said:

CPS? How sad . I'm happy you still have good memories .

purplerein said:

Yes, it is. How old are you?

nurse said:

Good memories while in my mother's custody... no, but throughout growing up with my Great Aunt, yes... I have plenty.

Freespirit said:

46

I used to play waitress with my dad and run and get him beers and stuff while he was watching movies. I few times I snuck a few sips and was like "ewww how can he drink this stuff????"

Also my mom used to give me a glass of wine when I couldn't get to sleep. She thought that was so "french" hahah.

purplerein said:

Word...

Krystal666 said:

Krystal .

nurse said:

Hey girl!

Krystal666 said:

Back at cha . My fave Orger .

nurse said:

Wow thanks!

I had my first drink at 19. My roomate bought White Zinfadel. She failed to tell me not to drink it with a straw

I got drunk and started singing Britney Spears songs.

I got drunk baby one more time a few months after that. Sang the whole Britney Spears catalog.

And I have not had a drink since. No longer a slave for you

ThreadCula said:

Too damn funny! .

Nurse!!

Have u been away? I've been looking for u?

ThreadCula said:

Been working alot of 12 hr shifts in the last month-missed you though , my little ORG vampire.

I dont think I remember it, cos I was PISSED!!!

My parents took me and my brother to Poland in 1973 - I was 2 yrs old

There, we had big family dinners, with aunts, uncles, cousins, great aunts and uncles, brothers, sisters and parents areound the table.. a dinner which would last for hours, talking, drinking and eating.. it is a very social occasion - mealtimes there, just as it is with my family at home.

Anyway, the children were allowed to go off and play when they had finished their meal, whilst the elders ate on, relishing cheese, pickles, coffee, vodka and liqueurs

So little me got bored and wanted to know what was going on around the table.. so I asked my aunt if I could have a sip of drink..

she agreed, and gave me a tiny drink of what she had left in her glass..

I had gone to the next set of legs at the table and asked them the same, and they allowed me a taster of their drink..

This went on and on around the table, I was too small for anyone to notice, or anyone to notice I had been aroumnd the whole table..

They were deep in conversation and laughter until I interuppted everyone with my constant giggling, wobbly walk, and they all watched in surprise as I fell backwards into the sandpit in the garden, giggling non stop..

Nobody knew what was going on until one confessed they had only given me a tiny amount of wine.. and so the nexty person admitted, they just gave me a lil drink of vodka, the next, a bit of beer.. and so on.. everyone oblivious to the fact I had been around the whole table, and just thinking they were the only one I had come too..




so yeah, I was first pissed out my head at two years old..