Sunlight of the Spirit

I was six years old the first time I got drunk. It was New Year's Eve, and I had been giving my uncle a hard time about his drinking—I had told him that I could handle the booze better than he could. He decided to teach me a lesson and convinced my mom to let me drink. They got a few extra bottles of Boone’s Farm and never let my glass get empty. It was great; I was one of the grown-ups now! Later, I got sick. My mother told me I was going to die, so I should confess my sins now, which I did. Then I was in trouble for all the stuff I confessed.