Mom used bourbon/whiskey as a cough medicine while we were growing up. We were also allowed to have a sip of their ‘happy hour’ drinks.
The first real drink was at 16, when my best friend’s brother bought us a quart of Old Milwaukee. We sat in the woods at the top of a hill in the neighborhood. Other than stumbling home later, it’s pretty much a blur, although my older sister remembers the arrival home well. Too well, in fact.
Now, I enjoy a glass (or two) of wine with dinner or a snifter of Courvoisier® with my SO’s dad. That’s when he tells the best family stories and about growing up in England.