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March 2013: In Black and White

Just when her life was falling apart, a mom reads good news in the Sunday paper

I took my first drink my freshman year of high school while attending a “keg” party out at Hillsdale Lake. I remember it was in a plastic beer cup and half of it was foam. I was with a friend who was also 14 at the time. I wish I could say I didn’t like it, but that would be a lie. I loved the idea of drinking it, the flavor, and, yes, even the foam. If I had only known!

Through my teenage years, I consumed a six-pack of beer every night. On weekend nights I drank as much as a case. I even drank beer when I participated at sporting events, such as volleyball and softball... Login to read more
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