I don't remember exactly, at the age of 14. But my parents themselves offered me for some of the holidays. I didn’t want to myself) I didn’t like the taste of alcohol right away and remained so for the rest of my life. Until cx I do not like him. I drink very rarely and quite a bit, symbolically and on big holidays.
Classmates brought 4 bottles of whiskey with cola, wine and cognac. I was 15, right now, too, 15) and at the gym we got drunk in the trash, everyone vomited. Only whiskey and cola came out of this. Half a year has passed, nothing. I'm not attracted to alcohol in such an amount, but I want to try again at the age of 18.
By the way, after that incident, I got tired of energy drinks and I stopped drinking them and began to drink cola. So it only did me good
At about 14 years old with friends at school - beer after the first serious exams for the 9th grade, in the park. I liked everything, it was fun and even cultural. Then, until graduation, there was a mass of the most varied alcoholic adventures, there is something to remember in old age. Parents still do not know (and I am over 30 already) - professional conspiracy, Stirlitz is resting. Previously, it was scary from the possible punishment, now - from the fact that they will be very disappointed when they learn this. Of course, they suspected, but no evidence was found, and a crime without proof of guilt is not such. I love beer to this day. True, it is difficult in our time to find a quality one, without adding any incomprehensible garbage.
The first time I got into snot at the age of 12 purely by accident. Then I was not interested in alcohol for a long time, in principle, and only by the age of 16 I realized what it was and why it was needed, and I had developed a more or less stable attitude to alcohol by the age of 18.
Now I'm 20, and I tried alcohol for the first time at 15. It was my best friend's birthday, almost all of my classmates were there. We sat in a hookah bar (on the same day I tried a hookah and cigarettes. By the way, I don’t use the latter again after that first time). I also tasted whiskey, wine, sprite martini and a bottle of Isse. For another six months I drank somewhere at friends' birthdays or just when we got together, which was not so often. One day, walking from school with a friend, we decided to buy a beer (I ended up getting myself a cider). I came home without suspecting anything, because I was used to my parents not firing. And so, my mother smelled.
I entered the university, moved to Moscow, now, of course, we are going with friends, I can have a glass of good wine or drink the same cider))
Since I was born in the homeland of wine, in Moldova, from childhood my parents gave me a small glass of wine to drink, this was limited to 12. At the age of 12 I drank more, 3-4 glasses. I got drunk for the first time at 12 with a friend. Parents did not know about this. I drank more and more often. At 15, I realized that this would not lead to anything good. I quit drinking. At 16 I left for St. Petersburg. There nobody asked me if I wanted to drink or not. In me almost the power of Lily alcohol. Of course, I tried not to drink, but it didn't work out. Now I live with a friend in a rented apartment, finished 11th grade. I still drink. Parents do not know about it, they live in another country.
Once in 12 years my dad offered me to drink "cognac" or "beer" I don't remember, maybe the wine since then I regret not saying yes, but when the holiday parents drink "wine" 🍷 or "champagne" 🍾 and go to another the room I was a bit swollen iiiii .........
......... There is nothing then next day "0 attention"
Since 6 years old, my cousin offered me beer. We drank with him very rarely, he bought me the lightest beer 0.33l, so even on such a young organism it did not give much, and the parents also did not feel anything.
Later, we rested with my mother and her friend in the forest, then my mother's friend gave me a taste of vodka. At that moment, I was as crazy as possible from life.
Already from 9-10 years old, for the new year, my mother began to pour one small glass of champagne for the new year, and sometimes on holidays she gave wine to taste (though it was the most deshman, which is why I am not attracted to wine until now).
Not without the help of my cousin, I managed to taste the cognac. The experience was similar to vodka, everything burned terribly and was very unpleasant. And, in fact, I stopped drinking beer by the age of 10, and for 5 years I drank only champagne for the new year.
I began to drink fully in the new year from 2015 to 2016, then I somehow managed to ask my mother off to friends, and there I have already tried almost all sorts of alcohol (yes, I interfered). My mother says to me: "Of course, I am against these alcoholic hobbies of yours, but life is yours, so do what you want," but she still had to ask for leave so that she knew where I was going and worried about me less. / p>
At the age of 16, I got drunk for the first time with my friends. I decided to take a few pictures on the camera, my mother looked at these pictures and then unobtrusively asked me if I was drinking beer with the girls. I answered, they say, no, what are you, but she said that she had seen the pictures, and that what was there was ok. explaining that this is such an age, and everything new is interesting to try. then she generally talked about what kind of beer she liked and recommended anything to me) (and of course, without joking jokes ...)
I was 10-12 years old. Dad, who had just returned from the bath, was sitting on the couch and drinking beer, I sat down with him. I absolutely understood what kind of drink it was, but I never really wanted to try it, it's for “adults”. And then he says “Do you want to try?”, At first I answered “No” (I decided to be correct). After his second offer, curiosity got the better of me and I tried (literally a teaspoon). I remember it was bitter and the first thought "How can you like it ?!"
I took a couple of sips of beer when I was 7-8 years old (maybe earlier, I don't remember exactly). After - a glass or two of champagne at the table during the holidays.
I started drinking normally from the 9th grade. That is, I drank normally for the first time in the 9th grade. Then - again, a few glasses of wine / champagne on holidays.
But it's good to start drinking from the end of the first course. Such a company got caught. Oh, and after the company I find someone to drink with. From this I see only one drawback: I get drunk slowly, I need to drink more. At the same time, a year ago she snorted from vodka and beer. Now: "The masters do not drink, but eat."
My parents know about my drinking. Well, almost always. How are they? They poured me the first glass. And I am grateful to them for this, if only because the first alcohol was not burned. Ah, and even at school there was no temptation to get drunk, since for me this fruit was not forbidden.
P.S. I can't get drunk purely physically. I'm either in control or I'm going to sleep.
I remember that the first time I tried alcohol at 12, my friend and I went to the cinema for an hour to take a walk, but she tells me this, like to drink with my friends. I understood that it just sucks to end, but it was interesting to know what it was like. We bought 2 bottles of beer for each and off we go. I drank a bottle and I got carried away, but to my and everyone's surprise, after 15 minutes I was like a cucumber, but my friend didn’t ... She drank 2 bottles, I had to drag her to the taxi, because I understood that she wouldn’t come, and throwing her was not an option at all. She was burned right away (not surprising). my parents didn’t notice and just let go to sleep as it was already 11 !! ))
The first time my friends offered me alcohol was when I was 13 years old. I didn't drink much then, just a couple of sips of a lemon blazer. Then we drank at the school, sitting on chairs from there. A strange place to have a drink, but it didn't stop me. But my friends got drunk then pretty well, apparently not for the first time. The youngest of us was 12 or even 11. I remember how I began to judge myself, so I refused to such gatherings. Although, after only 4 months. Again the blazer. Again the same company. I remember that the taste of the blazer seemed very bitter to me and I diluted it with water. I didn’t feel the buzz, but I laughed hard at the others. They stayed with me for the night when my parents were already at home. My mother came up to me and said in a whisper that she thought one of them smelled of alcohol. Of course this was inevitable, because they continued to drink, but were strong enough. At one of these gatherings, I got drunk in snot, my mother did not yell at me, she just gave a lecture on dangers and put me to bed. Now 15, I recently drank half a bottle of vodka at a time. Why do you need this? I mean that you have to watch your children and their company. And if you saw a state of intoxication, do not be polite, kind. Punish them. Otherwise, it will not turn out to be anything good, I realized on myself. Alas, I can't be brought back to life without alcohol.
At the age of 12, my parents gave me cognac to taste. I was so impressed by the effect then that I enthusiastically told my mother: "I am so calm and good! Relaxed! It's so great! Now I will always drink !!" and stuff like that. It ended with the fact that I decided to sing while standing on my head and dislocated my jaw.
Now I'm 23, and I still have the same opinion about alcohol. Life teaches nothing.
I tried at 14, with friends, specifically to drink after 16 (starting with wine and ending with vodka, I did not limit myself much, but I never vomited, except once * oh, this tincture *)
Parents gave it a try only at 17 eh
For the first time, I literally drank one sip of a low-alcohol cocktail, confusing mine with my mother's at 15-16. After that, I never drank, because I see that alcohol does not lead to anything good, and I can have a pleasant time with friends or relatives without it.
My alcoholic biography.
I tried alcohol at a fairly early age - at 12 years old. Surprisingly, at a local stall, the saleswoman did not notice that there were pussies in front of her and sold Marty Rae without hesitation. I didn't like the taste of alcohol, but I liked having fun under it. Until the age of 17, she allowed herself a glass of champagne on holidays with the family, and drank a little more glasses for other friends.
For the first time I got drunk on my seventeenth birthday and there were, as it seemed to me, weighty reasons: I wrote my graduation essay, broke up with the boy and became a year closer to death. Well, at least my friends will remember the party for a long time, and I'm glad of that. Thanks to that night, I could not drink alcohol before entering the university.
Having entered, I found many cool friends (drinking companions) and off we go. I don't even try to hide my adventures from my parents, therefore, they trust me and they didn't have to blush for me because of alcohol so far. They joke me in the morning after parties, when I suffer from a hangover, of course, notably, but the main thing is that they do not limit freedom :)
I remember that they gave me a taste of wine in infancy. In general, my parents are quite loyal to alcohol and began to let me have a glass or two of wine on holidays. I will say even more, sometimes they insist that I drink with them and with the guests.
I got drunk for the first time in 14 years at a friendly drinking binge. For this day of my life I am ashamed most of all. My parents never noticed signs of a hangover or intoxication on me, although there were reasons. Probably, they just didn’t make a comment, since I rarely get drunk.
The very first time I tried it in early childhood (for obvious reasons I don't remember exactly when). At the age of 15, a classmate presented me with a half-liter bottle of beer - it seemed to insert a little, but not for long. Then in the same year, but almost at the beginning of summer, I drank 1-2 liters in the forest with my classmates. Regularly began to do bookkeeping at 16, and in this connection I remember the episode when I was seriously swollen for the first time: I went to a place equivalent to a toilet and did not return, after which they sent for me; realizing that someone was next to me, I cried out: "I am sleeping!" At that moment I was in a puddle. For my parents, my appearance in a tattered coat and in the mud (yes, I got there myself) was a surprise, given that at that time I still believed in the Russian Orthodox Church and, as it were, fasted, but on the whole they reacted with understanding. And by the way, in the coat that I was in that day, I still wear it. Talisman for a campaign =)
The first time in 9 years.
When I confused lemonade with cognac.
Then there was some champagne and wine for the winter holidays.
Of all that everyone remembered the Japanese fruit wine.
I got drunk for the first time at 17 on the list in a Czech hotel.
It was great, but I realized that all this is not very cool.
Then the first hookah for my 18th birthday.
Now I drink mostly low-alcohol drinks, because I don't like being signed up and don't want to look for time and a reason to get drunk.
Best to drink cider
You don't get fat like beer
But only high quality
Honestly, I don’t remember exactly when. But definitely in adulthood. Under 20 years old. In any companies, I refused to try alcohol and no one could breed me, which is called "weak." I sat with friends to the end and had a good time, but I myself was in the state that they brought themselves up with beer, vodka, etc. wanted. The sight of a man intoxicated caused in me persistent disgust, but I did not see the point in giving lectures to someone - it was their choice, they wanted to.
I drank a shot of vodka in one gulp at my older sister's birthday I was 22 then, then another one and my parents were surprised that I drink lightly and without grimacing or coughing, as it happens the first time. They decided that I had obviously tried it more than once. No vodka. Until that moment, I have not tried it. Somewhere in the company I took a sip of cheap wine, noticed the taste for myself and left further tasting for later.
It seems that all my childhood I drank wine at family holidays. At least when I went to school, I definitely tried it. Since on holidays I really did not like to play with other children, but preferred to sit at the table and listen to the conversations of adults, they poured me a little for the company, I always had my own glass, and everyone knew about it. Once, when I was 14 years old, my dad offered to try the pepper vodka, as a joke, of course, but nevertheless, it was poured into the glass. I hypnotized and smelled this glass all evening and did not dare. Thanks to this gradual "addiction" I now have an idea of my maximum, I know how to control myself, I don't feel bad, and I always remember everything. And I tried vodka for the first time in 19 years, when fellow students took us to a shot glass, where only vodka and lemons were on sale.
On my 15th birthday, my parents allowed me to drink wine. They said that it is better to try alcohol for the first time at home with them than it is not known with whom on the porches. Now for every holiday in their presence I can afford a glass of red semi-sweet :)
I started drinking alcohol at the age of 14, maybe 15. I tried alcohol for the first time with high school students after a school football match, you see, we decided to relax. Quite a funny memory, considering that at that moment I didn't like 2 liters of "Gold" beer at all, I felt like a winner.
Parents found out that I drink alcohol only when at one of our gatherings with friends (about 16 years old) suddenly parents came and dispersed everyone. I went in, as it seemed to me then, quietly, quietly went to bed and tried not to breathe fumes, but my parents have an incredible nose for such things. They reprimanded and did not let go anywhere for the next week, until I convinced them that I could control myself and was able to decide for myself.
Now I'm 21, and my parents still ask me not to drink a lot)
I can say that at the age of 16 I was already thinking about quitting drinking, but by the standards of our yard, this was an absolute norm, and we really drank a lot. And for all the years of unconscious drunkenness, my parents only once realized that I was drunk. And by the time I passed the 18-year mark, I almost stopped worrying about "getting burnt?" or "they don't burn?", but the cult of alcohol and such quirks like: "A girl left me, that's why I drink", "today is Friday, we always drink beer on Fridays", "when we drink, we brawl and surely fight", "thump is cool", absolutely neither me nor my friends. and over time you begin to understand what you want from life ...
My parents themselves poured me a glass of champagne for the new year when I was 10 years old. So I was allowed one glass a year and from that moment on alcohol I was not particularly interested. I must say, on the part of the parents, the act was quite clever, since the child is not too interested in doing what is not prohibited.
The first time I tried alcohol at 3 years old. I asked my mother for a long time to give me a beer to taste, and she took a glass, poured the beer, put the mustard, sprinkled salt and pepper. I tried it and, grimacing, said: "Nothing, I'll get used to it." At the age of 7 they could pour me a little red wine at lunch, from the age of 12 they didn’t restrict me - drink as much as you want. I did not drink more than 100 grams of wine every two weeks. Then, at the age of 14, there was the first thorough drinking. Two or three more years later. My parents had a credo "let it be better to drink with us, and not know who knows with whom." The strategy worked, so now the smell of unfiltered beer turns me on and I can only drink small amounts of wine, cider and dark rum.
Thank you very much to my parents. I believe they were wise and I definitely use the same logic with my kids.
I was given a first glass of wine when I was 11 years old. I naturally did not like it, but no one forced me to drink it. Then, as time passed, for all holidays or just family gatherings, my parents offered me a drink. Everything is within the bounds of decency, for they know how to drink and know when to stop. By the age of 16, I already knew the taste of all alcohol, knew what I liked and what I didn't like. And it was at the age of 16 that I got drunk for the first time in my life. Of course, it was in the company of friends, everything was fine, without misadventures. But my parents naturally burned what I drank and then explained their logic to me.
The bottom line is that having tried alcohol by this age, and taking into account that my parents already behaved with me like an adult, it made no sense for me to “show off” that I was an “adult”. By the age of 18 (through normal experience) I knew my measure, and I realized that alcohol does not save me from grief, it is not more fun with it, it’s just like a bonus in the evening.
It happened on the new year, 2015. I was in the 10th grade. It all started with the chimes at home and a conference on Skype (at that moment I was already thinking about how crappy this new year is). At 1:30 a guy came into the conversation, with whom I had not seen very often, but still. He called us to his place, and then, of course, I could not refuse, because I really wanted to celebrate. I came to him, at the entrance I was immediately handed a glass of whiskey and a bottle of cola. I stretched this glass for about 30 minutes, because I drank whiskey for the first time and the first impressions of it were only "the main thing is not to smell it, otherwise you will vomit, Roma." We sat down, went for a walk and, returning, poured vodka with juice, which I drank 6 shots of good mood without looking, after which we safely went to bed.
Dad is not happy, Mom said not to drink a lot. It seems that my parents clearly lived more fun than me at my age, so they don't get particularly angry if I tell them about alcohol now.
P.S And once, at the age of 10, I confused a glass of a sprite with a glass of vodka;)
The first alcoholic cocktail was given to me by my mother ("Sinebryukhov"), apparently to test my reaction to it. I was 16 years old. I didn’t like it and didn’t make me want to drink))) However, when I was 17, I talked in the company of people 3-5 years older than myself, and most of them drank there, so I also gradually started (beer, energy drinks). At the age of 18 (on my birthday) I bought and drank vodka for the first time. My parents did not know what I was drinking until at the age of 21 I came home "in the trash" after one day I lost my job, my girlfriend and fought with several people whom I had previously considered friends. The reaction was a little strange ... it seems, they reconciled and accepted, but now every time at the festive table I substituted a glass / glass under the distribution, my mother read to me a nod in the spirit of "drinking is bad" and "do not chase adults with doses men. " It was funny)
Apart from a glass of champagne for the New Year and on holidays (with my parents), I drank the first time at the age of 15 at the Pesakh holiday. The holiday was made for young people and the age was not asked, although at that time I looked at all 18. One of the rituals was emptying 4 glasses of wine, the meaning of each for religious reasons - which I heard - was very important. Waiters were everywhere and everyone was refilled with red or white wine. For me, all this was new, and even the flask imperceptibly among us went from hand to hand. In general, I decided to take advantage of the suddenly appeared opportunity to feel like an adult and began to actively empty the glass. A pleasant burning sensation filled the throat and rolled down to the stomach. I felt an incredible surge of emotion and energy. Then the disco started, and another pleasant surprise awaited me - I felt unrestrained. Here it is worth making a small digression: I have a small problem - I am always compressed, not emotional. Especially in unfamiliar campaigns. It's like I'm wearing chains that bind me from head to toe. But now I did not feel them at all - I was absolutely free and it was wonderful.
I first started drinking alcohol at the age of 18, when I got to a classmate's birthday. Parents, of course, are still trying clumsily to make me a teetotaler with the help of "today you drank a couple of glasses of vodka at a party, and tomorrow you are an alcoholic under the fence", but I think this is familiar to many people.
The first time I tried alcohol at 12 - I started drinking beer with my classmates. I drank beer, wine and other not very strong garbage for quite a long time. At the age of 13, because of this, he broke his leg. Interestingly, my parents did not immediately find out that I was drinking. Only at the age of 15. I, it seems, at the birthday party of a friend thoroughly drunk beer. I came home rocking. Mom scolded, but, in principle, understood that it would be useless to forbid me directly. And so they just talked so that my head was always in place and I did not do any stupid drunkenness. After that there were all sorts of cocktails, rum, cocktails with rum (I tried vodka, but, honestly, so-so ... I didn't like it at all). I drank absinthe twice, delivered thoroughly. Most of all, in principle, I liked rum. The last time I drank was when I was 21 years old. Since then, I have only once been persuaded to drink a glass of champagne (what a disgusting thing ...).
My dad did not allow me to drink until I was 20 in his presence. Although I started drinking with friends at the age of 16. He knew this very well, because, for example, after graduation from school, birthdays, I came home with a degree. I recently found out why he would not let me just drink a glass of champagne in his presence! On a holiday! He said, "I'm embarrassed." Of course, he didn't really like it when I drank, although he rarely did it: the normal reaction of a parent. Now I'm 21, and I drink freely whether it's on holidays or on some evening for no reason: whether it's with my family or with friends. And I freely tell how I had fun, what I drank, what I liked. Well, something like that.
From 14 a glass of champagne for the New Year with parents under the chimes. I was allowed to walk only until 8, so until 16 I was limited only to this glass. A month before my 17th birthday, I decided to push the limits of the possible, but it turned out too broadly - I went to the cottage to celebrate the birthday of a stranger (read, went to the registration). Then they went to the apartments, went to them rarely, but aptly. Parents found out once that "at a friend's house" we didn’t eat borscht and the red spot on the jacket was clearly not from him, but there was no reprimand as such, there was only a very judgmental look. Now I'm not going anywhere for the night, maybe there is no more trust, and if I drink, then I come to myself near the entrance, because my mother has a keen sense of smell. It is difficult to live with strict parents, but sometimes it is fun).