Growing Up in AA

Everyone drank in my house, primarily my Dad, so there was always beer in the fridge. One day at the age of 10, out of curiosity, I stuck my head in the fridge, popped open a beer and drank it. I don’t know if I finished it and I don’t even remember tasting it, but I do know this was not normal. I didn’t become an alcoholic out the gate, so to speak. My family is from Puerto Rico and we got together every Sunday and every Sunday was a party with music, singing, dancing and lots of alcohol. So I would drink leftover drinks at weekly family gatherings when people left them behind.