Last drops in beer bottles handed to me by my parents. Couple of years after that I was allowed proper glasses of table beer during festivities. All this before I was 12.
Wine mixed with gassosa (basically a mildly lemony soda) my grandpa had on sundays. My grandpa tended to drink pretty sweet wine. So mixed with gassosa it tasted really good even as a kid.
My neck of the woods is somewhat lax about alcohol in family situations. Kids were usually allowed to taste so they would get used to the taste of alcohol for the future.
Whatever the drunk RVers left for us in their coolers.
Rum & cola, when I was 17, I think. The next was Stock 84 the same year.
Margarita; friends bought it for me on my 21st birthday.
A can of Tennants lager in Scotland in the 70s, given to me by my maternal grandfather. Probably about 3.2% or 3.6% abv. Tennants cans had a picture of an attractive girl in a swimsuit on every can. A four pack would have four different girls. The one on my first can was called Isabel.
First alcohol in a pub was from my paternal grandfather. I was fourteen. Grandpa ordered two pints of bitter. The barman asked him how old I was. “Eighteen. Scrawny little bugger in’t he?”
Wine. Red wine.
I was still a little kid and tasted it from my granddad’s glass, just a sip. I begged to be allowed to taste it, as I wanted to do like all the grown ups were doing. I hated the taste. That changed as I grew older.
Nowadays, approx the same age my granddad was back then, I don’t drink wine anymore but I certainly don’t hate the taste ;)
Vodka straight, can’t even smell the stuff anymore.
Vodka with lemon soda.
Did not like it. And as of today I don’t really like any alcoholic beverage.
Sake. I chugged it like a shot.
Champagne in Reims when i was 12 Was good. But i dont drink alcohole in anything
I think it was a bottle of Miller draft, dad let me have a sip when I was 15 or so. It tasted so gross I stayed away from beer and alcohol until well into my 20’s, I just couldn’t understand why people drank that stuff.
Eventually realized not all beer tastes the same haha.
Like most US teens: Stolen beer.
Ahem. Illegally purchased beer. Thank you.
I had a deal with my Dad. If I get him a beer, he’ll give me the first sip. I remember it being gross. 🤢
Leftover warm Heineken at the bottom of a bottle. After a dinner party thrown by my parents. Snuck a little swig while the grownups were outside saying goodbye. I must have been 9 or 10-yo. Tasted like snakebite. Just awful.
Didn’t go near beer till midway through college.
