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PBR at my buddy Donnie’s house when we were about 12. His dad let us split a can while we were supervising one of his welding projects.

Can’t remember first beer
But remember first cigarette and drink of liquor
Me and the ole man was setting on a creek bank watching the red water roll by
I was 9
He was half crocked and I thought it was a good time to ask
He gave me a hard time about not being man enough to smoke
Finally after some bantering back and forth I asked for a drink
He laughed and said here
Old Crow
Turned it up and took a drink like a hot shot
LMAO
What a dumbass
Shiet shot out my nose , some went into wrong pipe
Coughed , choked , thought I was gonna die
Ole man busted a gut laughing at me
Took a few to regroup
A little later started about the cigarette again
Finally gave me one , a pall mall I think it was
After the liquor I took it easy
After a couple puffs , Shiet I got this
He started saying inhale
Arguing I was , he kept telling me I wasn’t
Couldn’t understand about inhaling in mouth and lungs being two different things
He finally ribbed me enough I took a big draw and got the lunger
Again , snot flying , coughing , and choking
He had some hearty laughs at a dumbass kids expenses
But I insisted
Didn’t bother him about it no more for a long time
Kenneth

Guess no one here raised in the St Louis area as they have not admitted to their first Griesedieck beer. Best I recall I recognized the Falstaff emblem as I didn't learn to read until I was six years old. GW

The champagne of beers, it was the most delicious concocksion I had ever consumed at the age of five. Dad said hold my beer and he forgot I held onto it.

I remember splitting a tall boy with Grandma when my parents were out for the evening.

I was pretty young, perhaps 5 or a little younger. It could have either been one of these or a PBR (WV thing). My dad kind of did a beer rotation in our weekly grocery shopping. I don't remember too many specific brands because my share was never more than 3 fingers in the bottom of a glass or cup until I was big enough to sneak some out of the fridge on my own.

I do remember Iron City, maybe Stroh's once and some schitt in a mostly red & white can with 'DRAFT' conspicuously etched into it that we would get from Kroger's. Of course it really didn't matter as I got older and exposed to the finer things of the world I came to realize it was all 3.2% crap. Most of what I drink these days are local micro-brews and I have about five growlers at my up north house that make the trip into Fairbanks or Healy with me when they're empty.

My dad made home brew. He would give my brother & I a swig at bedtime, probably to make us go to sleep faster.
Later in life I realized the beer he made was pretty good.
First time I got buzzed/drunk I was 14. Schlitz beer at a house party around the corner from our house.

And early girl friend who dad! Was a distributor provided the beer

Yeah.
Was sharing Old German or Genesee with Pap before I started school.
Drinking beer has never been a big thing.

No idea when it was, young. 95% probability it was liberated from dads beer fridge in the garage so it would have been a High Life.

PBR

Lucky Lager , a Ca. beer about 1956 15 yrs.

Guinness. My Irish Grandmother poured me a very small glass of it when I was a kid with a cold.

Boiling hot Budweiser from behind a truck seat in a tobacco field fella I was working for wasted one in 2 gulps

First time drunk was my moms home made Rootbeer that turned and all of us kids were lining up to drink the stuff.
I was maybe 8 or 9
next time Drunk was New Years Eve. when I was 12 Vodka

My First Beer was at the Drag Races i was Probably 19 and it was a Bud.
I had 2 more at latter Drags and then got a piss warm one and I have never had another beer in my life after that.

The Hard stuff ya but after High School I limited my self to just sippin and enjoying instead of getting all polluted

It was a neighborhood Keg held in our yard. I was 6 years old. No idea what brand or flavor. Neighbors & an aunt was trying to stop me as I was a little over 6 years old. Dad continued to say it was OK 6 cups in. I was told my mother was up with me all night on the big phone. Never had much use for the stuff since.

Born and raised in Colorado. Had many (hundred, two hundred?) relatives in north eastern Colorado, south eastern Wyoming, German background.

Lots of opportunities to sneak a sip of beer at their homes and huge reunions, even when a toddler.

My parents let us kids have a sip of occasional beer and wine, their philosophy was to let us know it wasn’t a forbidden fruit and we we less likely to abuse it later on. We didn’t.

I remember we took the tour at the Coors brewery in Golden, and at the end they had tables to sit down and get small paper cup samples of fresh brewed Coors. I went up twice to get a cup ... I was prolly 8 years old.

Michelob. My uncle was an Anheuser Busch distributor when it was still a good company.

Schliz

Dad was an Olympia man. There are pictures of me at 5 years old sucking down Dad's Oly.

Been a beer lover ever since.