September 2013: Nine Lives Dina
After years of drunk driving, she finally got off on the exit to AA
At the age of three, I was given my first taste of alcohol. My grandmother was an alcoholic who thought it was OK to give me little sips of red wine. I just thought it was a great fruit drink.
My parents held family gatherings and lots of alcohol was the drink of choice. At the age of nine I became the kid who offered to take everyone’s glass back to the bar area for a refill. From the living room to the bar, I had enough time to sip down what was left in the glass and, of course, I also helped myself to a few sips on my way back. I had never felt so wonderful in my life.
-- Dina F.