August 1987 (I remember my dad call me to tell me Enzo Ferrari had died) I was in Barranquilla, Colombia visiting my family. One weekend we were all at a little place outside of town near the ocean that several families had gone in on to build with a pool, cooking facilities, etc. to spend weekends hanging out at and there was a big rainstorm and everyone was under the big hut waiting it out and having a good time and a family friend called me over to the hammock he was in and said, "here, try this" "What is it?" "Just try it!" It was aguardiente, something that does not agree very well with a 12-year-old. They all got a big laugh out of it, and years later I laugh about it, too.

Glen you reminded me of when I was a high school kid and there was a tobacco factory nearby. We would sneak in over the fence and tip over the 44 gallon drums that had contained rum. If we got them on just the right angle we could squeak out about a cupfull of really good rum. So after half an hour's work we had the makings of a rip roaring teenage party that night.

First taste of alcohol I would guess about 9 months old. my folks told me for teething they would mix whisky with honey, they called it a "hot toddy" and they said it helped with the teething and helped me sleep.
When I had kids and suggested this my wife's eyes got real big and she just looked at me like I was some psycho wanting to give whiskey to a baby. AND honey-I guess thats bad now too.

This was not the only story of my upbringing that made her shake her head.

My second time when I was 7 at a large family party. I was drinking this soda called Schlitz from a tap. I remembered I flipped my big wheel that afternoon, skinned up my whole leg and they said I was so brave never crying. How do you flip a big wheel? Reread note above about my upbringing. . .

Substitute Spanish for Italian and that was my experience. To this day when I have a glass of wine I think of laughter and a busy family something.

My first drunk was with beer, 16 after a football game. We had played well and, since we all worked and had our own scooters, paid a guy three bucks (in 1973 dollars) to get two cases of swill from Stage Coach Liquors in Newbury Park. I got hammered.

Since then, I tolerate beer...it has probably been thirty years.

Hahaha!!!

About the same with me. My parents were both (mostly) non-alcohol drinkers but occasionally my dad would drink a beer if he thought it would help his arthritis and I recall him giving me a sip in the front yard and I immediately spit it out. I often think back about that and the 'acquired taste' aspect of beer. I mean, it really doesn't taste good at all...until you've had a few.

I got my driver's license that summer, Frampton came alive, the USA had the biggest b-day party ever.....I discovered beer and pot.

An 8-pack of Miller pony bottles was more than enough for three people...that didn't last very long though :)

We use to keep it on the boat growing up, and my parents let me have wine with dinner and Malt Duck when we were on the boat in the island. Yes, this is aboutv4o years old (I also have an unopened 6 packof 7oz Coors from the 70s:eek:)
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"cupped my first boob...." Good one Wetwork! Gotta start a thread with that one!:D

Being brought up in a French-Canadian household, from about the age of 8 we were given our special "kids wine".....basically watered down red wine....which we had with Sunday night's supper. That's why I think I slept so well Sunday nights, all ready for school on Monday!

I was 15 when I first got hammered drunk (puke in the bathtub) while on vacation in France......with my parents....lol!:eek:

10 for me - tasted my Mom's red wine ( very dry) at dinner. I didn't like it, later sipped my Dad's martini - even worse. I quickly developed a taste in my early teens for beer tho....

Same for me. 10. Christmas, 1966-ish at Grandma's house. Dad's Dad says, "Bobby, you want a highball"?

Whiskey and ginger ale. Probably weak because I could drink it.

5,6 maybe. Had a taste of wine from moms glass. Bleh. Adults are crazy.

When I was 16, a friends brother had a 396 corvette. I took a ride in that, scared the s##t out of me, and then went to his house on Key Biscayne. We had some beers, I was 16, and listened to the Doors, and Inagogavida.That was a fun night.

I was probably around 5. My mom would sometimes leave me with a friend who was a barber when she had to run errands and my older brothers were at school. I would flip through all the old magazines in the waiting area where he could keep an eye on me while he cut hair. For lunch he would go to a diner next to his shop and have a beer with his meal. I would go along if I happen to be there at that time. One time I asked him why he liked beer. He poured an ounce or so into an empty water glass and let me have a taste. I was not impressed. A few years later I started stealing sips from unguarded bottles that my dad was drinking. We were living off base at Clark AFB in the PI so it was San Miguel of course. Fast forward to when I was in 6th grade living in New Hampshire. I learned how to make elderberry wine from the older brother of a friend. I made valves out of tubing and old pill bottles filled with water to vent the Co2 and not let air into the fermentation jug. After it stopped bubbling I filtered it and "canned" it in Mason Jars. Then hid it in the basement for a while to age a bit before drinking it. My mom found my stash one day and invited my neighbor's mom over to help dispose of it. We came home from school and found them both wasted.

Primo beer! OMG, that's worse than Bud.

My mom came of age just after WW2 and watched the movies of the era. So many movies had the rich and elegant people at a party sipping a Martini. They made it look great. My dad was an Air Force officer so parties were part of life. She had to get all dressed up in the long gloves and fancy dress and go meet the superior officers and the wifes which almost everyone was to a Lieutenant. At the first party they were serving Martinis left and right so mom took one. She said it took all her will power not to do a spit take right in the middle of the room. Dad was there to rescue her by taking the martini and getting her a fake drink to walk around with. She was never much of a drinker.

This is a fun off topic. You guys rock.
Growing up in South America, born british, raised dutch, member of a "thirsty" family, got me drunk on my 6th birthday as a coming of age celebration.
Rum and Vodka will mess you up at six. Nothing short of falling down a flight of stairs. Worse hangover ever. Roflmao.

I was around 4 or 5 when one of my parent's friends let me drink beer during one of their infamous backyard parties with the model airplane club. They tell me I was drunk and in a tree.