It was shit
I've got a whole range to tell you, from being picked up from school drunk (not good when you're in the back seat) to standing in front of the car begging the parent in question not to walk out on us.

Instead, you get a happy tale.

When I was about five, my dad thought it'd be funny (and to be fair, he was about half a bottle of rum down at this point) to give me some. IT BURNED LIKE HELL. I can't express the fire that was in my mouth that night. Him and his friend took a git of figgles, and do you know what? It worked. For a long time, I hated beer, and for several years after that would only have one can and call it a night.

These days I'm into my wine, but here's a tip to all parents: if you don't want your kid to be a teenage drunkard, let them try the stuff when they're five. Put me off altogether for about twelve years.
(jellybeanflicker Jesus was Korean, but there he was Cho Sun Wun, Fri 25 Feb 2011, 13:26, 5 replies)

Really glad you made it out alive and sensible.
I'm dreading some of the tales that are potentially going to be devastating. Being a new Father myself, even picking up a beer fills me with guilt. Luckily I get one night a week with friends away from the house to kick back a little.
( SauronWibble I'll hold it, you lick it..., Fri 25 Feb 2011, 14:19, closed)

my mother once decided the car had 'broken' after a day on the piss with family friends.
with my comatose stepfather in the passenger seat, and my sister and i in the back (nine and seven respectively) the equally drunk host of the party helpfully informed her that it was fine - it was just that she was pressing the brake not the accelerator. she managed to stay conscious until she'd driven us home. well played, mother.
( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Fri 25 Feb 2011, 14:31, closed)

I got confusd by what 'some' he gave you

( Geoff the Clownfish You know Myra, some people might think you're cute, Fri 25 Feb 2011, 16:34, closed)

It put you off until you were 17?

( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 25 Feb 2011, 17:07, closed)

Given the choice, my two year old drinks bitter (her brothers aren't so keen).
I stole my dad's scotch when I was two (necked it, then fell down), and I've had a taste for it ever since.

Lightweight.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 25 Feb 2011, 21:49, closed)