When I was little, and my dad would have beers out of the porch, he'd let me have some. By little, I mean I was like....under the age of 8. He'd have about an inch or less left in the bottle, and I'd look at it randomly, but not say anything. I didn't have a NEED to try it, but you know, when you're a kid, you're curious of what the 'grown ups' love about this stuff lol. He'd go "You can have it....it's only a tiny bit, not enough to do anything." I'd have it, and I remember liking the taste of it (at least that brand....might be Rolling Rock, but I can't remember for the life of me

). My mom would occasionally let me have a tiny sip of her wine coolers too. Nothing crazy, just enough to see what it tasted like.

I never tried to sneak any alcohol because of that, since I had an idea of what it tasted like, and even as a teen, I didn't feel like going through all that mess just to have some booze. Yeah, it tasted nice, but not amazing enough for me to get in trouble for it.
I will say this though. It's a story, but a fun one. The first time I was drunk was when I was 8 years old.

In my defense, it was my cousin's wedding, and EVERYONE got this massive glass of champagne. It was like this, but bigger, because my cousin went all out for his wedding, even with the champagne lol:
So when I saw the huge glass, I specifically remember turning to my mom and asking "I'm not allowed to have this, right? It's HUGE!" She said I could, since it was a wedding, and that she didn't think I'd finish it all, since it was so big. Welp, a couple of hours later (and after I finished the whole glass lol), I was a crazy kid, jumping up and down instead of dancing, running around the dance floor with this other little girl, and cutting the line for a segment of the reception where the guests got to dance with the bride for a few moments each.....I ended up cutting the line three times.

I remember running into her dress, and she laughed like she knew I was
gone. The next thing I know, I wake up on the hotel couch, it's like, 3am in the morning, and "I Love Lucy" reruns are playing on tv. The next morning?
Massive hangover. That taught me to stay away from alcohol for a looooooonnnnng while.
