From the October 1967 magazine.

I Found AA in an Australian Prison

From that day I began to listen. . .it sounded as if those blokes had been reading my mail.

AS a young lad, I was surrounded by many prime examples of why I should not drink--in my home, in homes of relatives and in friends' and neighbors' homes. I saw the quarrels, fights and all the sordid things which go hand-in-hand with excessive drinking. Sure, there were happy times too, but these did not leave so lasting an impression on my mind.

Why then, after observing all this, did I begin drinking? I began, when I was about eight or nine, with inquisitive tasting at various parties of whatever was lying around, and sips from a jar (a gallon of sweet sherry) that my father kept...

-- Leo M.

Adelaide, South Australia