How old were you when you had your first taste of alcohol?

[WPOZZZ]

Following on the heels of the coffee thread.

I think I was eleven when I had my first taste of alcohol. It was at my dad's Xmas party and my sister told me she was drinking orange juice. I just chugged it and my mom scolded my sister. lol After that, I was probably 16 or so when I drank beer with my classmates at the beach on a regular basis. I remember I used to like Southern Comfort, Bacardi and Seagram's and Bartyle and Jayme's wine coolers when I was in high school. Back then the legal drinking age was 18.

[JackDidley]

About 9 when I got my dad to let have a glass of his Bud. I think he was pretty sure I'd take one drink and hate it. Wrong. I still like a cold Bud from time to time.

[vash]

8. Budweiser. Dad was playing mahjong. I walked up took a gulp. It was so gross. Then.

[Bill Douglas]

My dad was an alkie so I guess I took swigs of drinks from some young age and actually given a glass of beer from about six I guess.

[rusnak]

When I was 6 or 7, my parents used to take us kids bowling. The bowling alley would deliver glasses of wine or beer to you. They would let me sip the leftover wine that is left at the little pointy bottom of the glass. I'm pretty sure that would be considered child abuse today. I didn't have nanny type parents, which is probably why I'm so headstrong.

[Flieger]

25 unless you count communion wine

[SeanPizzle]

My buddy stole a bottle of Canadian whiskey from his parents boat when we were 12. We drank a bunch and got so sick. this was nearly 40 years ago and it's only been in the last couple years I can drink any of the bourbons/whiskey/scotch drinks.

[sc_rufctr]

About 12... Red wine with dinner.

[wdfifteen]

Musta been 15. First day of hunting season is a school holiday and it is traditional to hunt in the AM to get a case of beer and drive around with your friends shooting at signs and stuff all afternoon.

[ckelly78z]

I think 16 years old with my friends at a local pizza joint that had a juke box, and cold Genesee cream ale. We made that our usual hangout with good pizza, cold beer, and Led Zeppelin on the juke box

[Jims5543]

Cannot recall, as a kid growing up in a very traditional American Italian family, wine was abundant at the Sunday family dinner. The kids were allowed to have some it was never a big deal.

My first beer away from family I remember well, I was 15 and some older friends (18 drinking age at the time) had some offering me one.

[onewhippedpuppy]

13 I think, stole a few beers with a buddy from his dad. It was all downhill from there.....

[NY65912]

Originally Posted by Jims5543

Cannot recall, as a kid growing up in a very traditional American Italian family, wine was abundant at the Sunday family dinner. The kids were allowed to have some it was never a big deal.

Bingo.

Wine was always on the table. As kids we would have "special soda". Wine with 7 up.

[Shaun @ Tru6]

Probably around 4-5, either beer at one of our huge picnics we had in the summer or creme de menthe over vanilla ice cream or warm whiskey-lemon-honey when we had a cold or wine or Drambuie or Galliano at one of my Italian great grandparents huge Sunday dinners, everything was either homemade, loved helping to make the pasta, or grown in the garden.

[dad911]

12-13, dad handed me a beer with lunch.

[Wetwork]

Are you talking 'baby sips' or 'I'm pretty sure we're drunk?'

I don't count baby sips..

When I was 13 I was hired by my Uncle for the summer, to work on his ranch. It was mostly to get away from my Dad on our ranch.

Anyway, at 13 upon arriving for my summer job I was issued my own pick-up, one horse trailer, and a horse called Killer Spade. I was paid grown-up wages, slept in a bunk house with hired hands. I drank my first real beer's to the point I puked, saw my first dirty movies, and cupped my first boob kissing a girl (didn't go any further, but was ground breaking). I drove my smashed cousins back from a bar 30 miles away after locking them in the horse trailer. I also had a epic night broke down in the mountains, partying with a band of gypsy wood cutters.

Looking back, for better or worse I grew up a lot that summer. You'll not hear stories such as that in this day and age. It was 1983.-WW

[GH85Carrera]

I was 15 or so. We had spent the day exploring the old Pali highway (in Hawaii) on foot. We walked up one hill to see the view form the top. There was guy with his girlfriend and he was not happy to see us walk up. He gave us each a warm Primo beer to get the heck back down the hill. My buddy hated it but I kinda liked it.

[sand_man]

My first taste? 6 or 7. My dad had an office party at the house, while I attempted to sleep. The next morning, there was a low-ball glass with a little brown liquor in it. It looked so inviting and delicious, with its warm caramel color...sorta like cream soda. UGH!!! WOW! The burn! There wasn't a cigarette floating in it like this video, but the outcome was very similar (bonus points for Porsche content)

[Rickysa]

12 (in the '70s), Cold Duck at a sleepover...ugh, first hangover

[GH85Carrera]

As a kid living on base at Hickam AFB in Hawaii my bedroom was on the second floor. We lived on 2nd street. I was the youngest so I got the crappiest room. My view overlooked the dumpster for the apartment like "house" we lived in. Typical military housing in the 1960, cheap.

Anyway the view out my window was the dumpster below. The local gang of kids hung out at that dumpster since it was behind some big bushes and hidden from the street. I had a front row seat of their antics. I was way too young to be part of the gang, and I did not want to at any rate. Their initiation to join the club was to get a bottle of Southern Comfort, and start chugging until they puked. You had to get 4 chugs down to be cool enough to joint their highbrow group.

In the mornings there was always several empty bottles of Southern Comfort and often some puke mixed with so much Southern Comfort it reeked with a special aroma. I was glad it rained a lot.

It really killed my desire to want to try hard booze. I never have cared much for it. Now beer I like.