I remember drinking a bottle of homemade wine as a 14-year-old while a couple buddies split a half-case of beer. Hoo BOY! First time I’d ever been under the affluence of incohol and the evening did not end well, especially after drinking a tall glass of milk when I got home before going to a spinning bed. Hello again, my chicken & dumplings dinner. I put my sheets, blanket and bedspread into the washing machine and started a load after 10, which (of course) brought my curious mom down to my room, where she found me trying to sleep under my jacket.
We had “the talk” the next day and I still can’t drink a glass of wine without that memory. I also get queasy whenever I even look at a bottle of Southern Comfort, but that’s another story.
I remember drinking a bottle of homemade wine as a 14-year-old while a couple buddies split a half-case of beer. Hoo BOY! First time I’d ever been under the affluence of incohol and the evening did not end well, especially after drinking a tall glass of milk when I got home before going to a spinning bed. Hello again, my chicken & dumplings dinner. I put my sheets, blanket and bedspread into the washing machine and started a load after 10, which (of course) brought my curious mom down to my room, where she found me trying to sleep under my jacket.
We had “the talk” the next day and I still can’t drink a glass of wine without that memory. I also get queasy whenever I even look at a bottle of Southern Comfort, but that’s another story.