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Define "alcoholic drink". If you mean beer or wine or distilled beverages, it still hasn't happened. If you mean "anything that contains ethanol or other alcohol" then it was probably when I was 10 or 11, when I drank some mouthwash on a dare. Never tried that again. View Quote I got 5 bucks you are of the temple |
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Slammed a whole bunch of vodka and OJ with older kids from the neighborhood. Wrecked my Schwinn stingray on a steep hill trying to get home. The fall and booze knocked me out, cold. Older kids dragged me into the woods not far from my house. Sister found me. Hospital Had my stomach pumped (tube inserted thru nose) and stitches on my face and head. Felt worse for letting my parents down than I did from the V&O. |
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Quoted: Quoted: Define "alcoholic drink". If you mean beer or wine or distilled beverages, it still hasn't happened. If you mean "anything that contains ethanol or other alcohol" then it was probably when I was 10 or 11, when I drank some mouthwash on a dare. Never tried that again. I got 5 bucks you are of the temple That's pretty much open knowledge here.... |
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I remember going fishin with my dad and his friends when I was like 6 or 7. The only thing they brought to drink was beer, so after a couple hours I was thirsty. My dad gave me the choice of drink beer or be thirsty, so I drank some beer. I didn't finish it, and I remember thinking it was awful. I got drunk for the first time at 15.
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5 y/o, Olympia beer, I loved it.
My first illicit beer I was 17. Coors. meh. My first liquor, Bacardi in one hand, a bottle of coke in the other. So eventually it was rum and coke, just mixed it internally. Coincidentally that was followed by my first hangover. |
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Since you asked for stories: my 2-year old niece loves beer.
She always wants to try what the big people are having; food, drink whatever. Usually when you let a kid SMELL beer, they won't even go near it. Nope, she grabs for her parents mug, and BOOM downs a swig. So now, whenever someone has a mug (what rube drink out of a bottle? So pedestrian) she'll try to crawl into your lap... And when you're not looking tip the edge of your mug so she can grab a drink. Little shit. First time I drank in an attempt to get drunk? 14 or 15 I think, home alone with a friend, tried to mix tequila with coke (that's a thing, right?) |
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5 YEARS OLD
MOM GAVE ME A CAN OF OLYMPIA BEER THAT SHE PULLED OUT OF THE ICE CHEST WHILE DRIVING THE STATION WAGON WITH MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS IT WAS ICKY BUT I WAS THIRSTY AND I FINISHED IT Mom always had a pitcher in the refrigerator of Vodka and Orange Juice and she always made us drink our "orange juice" before we walked to Elementary School She also gave me my first bong hit when I was 12 First time I ever got stoned with Mom I thought it was normal growing up...it wasn't until I was an Adult that I realized she had done some things that were criminal |
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my Grandpa had miniature beer mugs that he kept in Grandma's china closet.
whenever I helped him in his yard he'd have a beer afterward. He'd crack the can, pour an ounce into the mini-mug, and then we'd go sit under the big apple tree and have our beer. I was about 5 years old. |
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11. My best friends older brother was 6-7 years older than us. May have been a bit of a bad influence. But it worked out. All engineers.
And I mean drinking. Not stealing a few sips or beers either. God it was dumb. |
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12 voluntarily.
But an old Italian lady who spoke almost zero English watched us sometimes as a kid, and she made my sister & I drink wine with dinner. I didn't like it. |
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I don't remember my first sips or tastes of beer, but I think I was about 11 when my dad gave me a full Busch to drink. Small glasses of wine with Thanksgiving, etc. Still don't like wine, but it made me feel grown up
First time I drank without parental permission was about 15 or so. Edit: There's a picture of me floating around the house somewhere sitting on the porch in a diaper with a budweiser |
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dad had a steel setting company. He started me out on the 16th floor of a 27 story building in Chicago. My first real job. This is how I put my self through college. He started me out in construction at the ripe old age of 15. My first day, about 2:00 the foreman walked over and gave me 20 bucks. He told me to go across the street and to buy a couple 6 packs of Old Style at the packaged goods place across the street. When I resisted he told me I was so tall, dirty and ugly nobody would question my age, just go and do it. So I did. When I got back on the deck about a half hour later he offered me my first beer." Go ahead punk you deserve it". I had just pulled the tab off and was about to throw it away before drinking down the beer when I heard my dad behind me say, "Give me that beer." I gave it to him and he told me to open another one and drink toss it back. So at 15 I did my first day's worth of real work and drank my first beer with my Old Man.
Damn I miss my old man........damn, just damn. |
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Still haven't, and I'm 36.
My brother used to drink beer straight from the keg tap at family get-togethers. He was only 4. |
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Dad let me sip a beer when I was 10 Got my first own drink when I was 22.
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6th or 7th grade, stole liquor from my buddy's dad.
Went to a bar at 14, drove there.
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I snagged beers from my mom's softball team cooler. I was probably 10 or so. Coors banquet if I recall correctly.
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8 - seriously. My parents had a party with friends, they made this Lime-vodka slush and left it unattended... I snuck into the kitchen and enjoyed myself. I vividly recall the room spinning.
It was 12 years before I had my next drink. |
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From age 5 or 6 onwards, I was always served wine with dinner.
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I remember having some wine at a winery near St. Louis when I was 15. I only had 1 or 2 sips.
When I actually had a beer, I was 21. |
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6 or 7 probably Lone Star Beer Neighbor friend of my dad worked for them and his boys and I would sneak a few at bbq's |
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Me too--small glass of wine at Thanksgiving. German family, that's how it is. I hated it then and I refuse to drink now, as I just don't like the taste. Blech! *I know I'm a poor German because of it. But I am neat and orderly. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted:
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9 or 10. Me too--small glass of wine at Thanksgiving. German family, that's how it is. I hated it then and I refuse to drink now, as I just don't like the taste. Blech! *I know I'm a poor German because of it. But I am neat and orderly. Much that did not earlier make sense, is now clear. |
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when I was a kid, my grandpa gave me a beer and told me it was soda.
Worst soda I've ever had but it eventually grew on me. |
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6-7, on a row boat on a lake in missouri, ran out of pop so i had a few swigs of beer so I would shut up. First full beer was the second i moved to SD at 13, Fourth of July and all the older kids (16) were raiding the keg at the family party so i had a go at it.
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Early teens. Would have wine at holiday dinners and whatnot.
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I was 7, we were out in the boat fishing, Dad let me finish his Gennie Cream Ale. Later he told me it was because he thought the rest of a worm fell in it and he didn't want the rest.
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Are we talking a bottle of beer by yourself or a sip of your dad's lager?
A sip of Dad's lager I was 5ish My own bottle hanging out in the woods I was 13. |
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12, Canadian Windsor and Coke
at my grandparents place at Thanksgiving 1997 Posted Via AR15.Com Mobile |
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First time I had gotten drunk was at my nieces baptism. It was a big family party and everyone was hammered so I took advantage and snuck a few beers.
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16.
It went well because I was smart enough to know my limits, and only bring THAT amount of booze to the party. Things didn't get 'fall down and puke' bad until I started buying bottles of straight spirits (about a year later). |
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My dad used to let me take a pull off his beer now and then when I was in grade school.
My first beer all to myself was 12 years old in a bar during deer season in Lake Nebagamon WI. No one even gave me a second look. Then from around 13 to 19 I never touched the stuff. ^ And that was due to deer camp and me staying up with the big guys drinking beer and doing shots. Puked all over my dad and nursed a 2 day hangover........ Lesson learned. |
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If sips of wine or beer that my grandfather would let me taste count.....like 8.
If my first full drink? 12. |
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15 or 16, I don't remember for sure. It was the beginning of summer after 10th grade. My friend Andrew and I decided to ride our bikes to the nearby K-Mart to buy a whiffle ball for some reason. On the way there, we decided to stop at our friend Kathleen's house and visit for a while. It turns out she had a couple of our other friends over, and a plastic water bottle full of some kind of liquor. I had a little bit, just enough to get a little buzzed. Andrew, however, went to town on it .
He had told me about previous alcohol experiences, but I think this was the drunkest he had been at that point. We played Halo for a while, then decided to watch Mean Girls for some reason. He ended up throwing up on the basement floor while the rest of us were taking a group photo on the couch. I was sitting closest to him and was the only one to realize he was puking at first. I kept saying, "Dude! Dude!" until everyone else looked over at what was happening. While we cleaned up, Andrew took a shower with his pants and shoes on and explained to Kathleen's stereotypically asian parents that he was totally fine. I can still hear him slurring, "I appreciate your concern... but I am fiiine." Andrew got a ride home from Kathleen's parents while I walked our bikes to to the edge of the subdivision and called my brother to pick me up. All of our parents were somehow convinced that Andrew had suffered from heat stroke and food poisoning at the same time . I wasn't part of the excuse making team, but they did a good job. We told my parents the real story years later, all my mom said was, "You guys!". To this day, we use "Let's buy a whiffle ball" as code for "Let's drink.". |
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From what I hear I was pretty drunk the night of my conception.
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-Hey Daddy watcha drinkin?
-Coors. Have a sip. -Watcha eating Daddy? -Beechnut. Try it out. |
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19, Freshman in college, UofMd, College Park, MD. Got so drunk I do not remember being sick.
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parents went on cruise for a week and left my 17 year old brother in charge.... par-tay!! |
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It was 5th grade, we were cutting corn and I was really thirsty. One of the guys we had helping us told me he had some Jolly Rancher juice I could drink, it turned out to be Sour Apple Pucker. I got really messed up. By my choice I didn't have another until I was 17.
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my real Irish grandmother would rub whiskey on my gums as a baby, around 4 we would drink beer with our grandparents after dinner and act silly. by 5 or 6 we could drink a full beer or two 7 or 8 add some whiskey. it was not unusual for our parents to buy us cases of beer and junk food and drop us off in the woods at 13 to camp out on weekend nights
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