From the March 1992 magazine.

You Just Don't Understand

My sobriety date is November 5, 1977, and I've had continuous sobriety since then. That's not the way it always was. One of the first alcohol-related incidents I can recall was when I was five years old and had several sips of my parents' beer and "fell asleep." When I came to, I realized that the cops, my parents, the neighborhood--everybody was looking for me. Apparently, I had fallen asleep for several hours under the stairwell and no one could find me. I certainly got in a lot of trouble for that and I swore at the ripe old age of five that I would never drink again!

When I was...

-- Lola G.

Greenbelt, Maryland