I was either 6 or 7. It was a bottle of Pilsener. It was with my mother’s permission. I drank the entire thing in about 5 minutes, like it was pop. I then promptly took a nap and woke up incredibly thirsty. (My first cigarette story is eerily similar, btw.)
I didn’t drink again until I was about 14, but didn’t develop a taste for beer until my late 20’s.
Officially the first time I’ve ever gotten choked up about beer, thank you.
I was around fifteen, I think. I found three or four cans of Coors while hiking in the woods, and brought them back to my room for after-hours consumption. There was no way to keep them cold, so I drank them at room temperature. I was under the (entirely false) impression that I disliked beer for several years after that.
Add me to the list of those choked up by trupa’s story.
I was 15 or 16 and desperately wanted to fit in. I was hanging out with my older sister and a couple of her cool guy friends. They talked to me just like I was regular people! I smiled and choked down a whole can of Budweiser. That was my only whole beer ever. I have tried sips of plenty of others, but they all taste horrible to me.
I was probably about 7 or 8 at a Dodger’s game with my parents. They let me take sips from their beers. When I think back on it, I’m amazed at how frequently they let me drink alcohol as a young child in public, and no one even cared. My parents don’t drink at home, but they always liked to buy a beer on family outings. The beer was disgusting, by the way.
The first full glass of beer of I ever choked down was probably an Alhambra, the local brand of Granada, Spain. Also disgusting.
Our family visited Germany when I was 13. I think my first beer was a Dortmunder Kronen.
Good place to start. I had my first dark beer a few days later.
By age 5 neither my father (Budweiser) or stepfather (Pabst Blue Ribbon) had any problem with letting me have a sip of their beer, just for shits & giggles.
I never consumed a full serving until my first college kegger a few days after my 18th birthday (and no, it wasn’t legal).
Seriously!
My story is far less inspired. I was maybe 11ish, and my friend and I stole some Budweiser from her dad. I declared right then, in all of my childish logic and insufficient sample sizes, that I didn’t like alcoholic beverages of any sort. Of course I like booze, I later found, I just don’t like horrible booze.
About 20 yrs ago, bought a can of Red White and Blue from my brother. Nasty and way overpriced, but it was my first (non-parentally supervised) beer.
(I am not counting the sips of Milwaukee’s Best that my father would let me have (and gag over), since those weren’t a full beer, just sips.
Fortunately, in the past 20 yrs, my family has developed slightly better taste in beer.
Probably 3 or 4 when my Dad would have me “beer him”
My first full one (Miller High Life) in a steel can when I was 16 withe the old man when we were watching saturday night rasslin’. Then later when my parents were divorced and my dad lived in an apt. by himself we would get hammered together pretty regularly on Old Milwaukee.
Really? I wonder what that would taste like. What ratio of beer to 7-Up? 
I don’t remember, I was four years old.
From what I was told, my parents had had a get-together with a bunch of grown ups and evidently someone left and open bottle of OV in the fridge. The following morning, I was sitting in front of the TV in my little footie PJs, watching some football thing, and no one noticed anything amiss until my sister ratted me out.
“MOM!” she yelled, pointing at me. My mom looked to see me contentedly sitting there cross-legged with the beer between my mitts sipping away. It’s been reported that my mom said: “Cellphone! What are you doing?” to which I matter-of-factly answered: “Drinking a beer, watching the game…”
My dad apparently thought it was hilarious. My mom, not so much.
Not beer, but according to my Mom I hhad some Champagne at a wedding when I was 5 or 6. Apparently, i “felt sunny in my tummy” . Plus ca change.
Taking sips of dad’s Old Style when I was three or four. As far as a whole serving of beer? I don’t know. Probably something similar. The first beer I really enjoyed was Sam Adams Boston Lager.
At some point when I was a little kid, I jumped into my dad’s chair when he went to the fridge to get a beer. I was sitting in it, looking up at him and laughing/ making siren noises for my Matchbox cars when he looked down at me and then poured some right into my mouth. I’m pretty sure it was a Hamms.
Years later, the first time I really drank one was when I was 18 and in the Army. I never really liked the tast of beer until someone bought a six pack of Michelob Dark after we graduated AIT and handed me one. I kind of shrugged and just drank it, and the rest is history.
My stepdad drank every night, e v e r y night. I was 10 when I ask what beer tasted like. He gave me a QUART of Budwiser. He told Mom that would cure me from being a drunk as it would make me sick.
It did. And I’m not a drunk but I started a lifelong love of beer that night.
I don’t remember when I had my first sip, but I do remember having a Lethbridge Pilsner when my auntie came down from Edmonton to Calgary along with my mom, uncle, auntie and her husband. I still count the bunnies now, and even though I know there are better beers, a Pil is my standby.
Can you elaborate on “counting the bunnies” ?
in 1977 I was 15 years old, got invited (or invited myself) to go along with my older brother (17) and his crowd to the drive-in to see “Blazing Saddles”, where I had a Schlitz Malt Liquor. I’m sure the Schlitz sucked, but the rest of the experience was so perfect I will always carry fond memories of it - as long as I never drink another one.
I can’t say. I’ve never actually have been able to finish a glass of beer. My brothers would taste it; I’d give it a try and hate it (it took me a long time to develop a taste for alcohol). It still tastes like drinking carbonated piss.
As for brand, it was probably Miller (and don’t go on about better brands – they all taste just as bad).
I really don’t think that I’ve had more than maybe a sip here or there. Maybe a taste of Corona when I was with my ex. I’m not really into alcoholic beverages other than the occasional (every 6 months or so) mudslide.
