my first drunk experience was at 14. found some alcohol in the fridge/on the counter (don’t remember which), the places my dad usually leaves his alc. poured myself some when he was in the other room and drank it in front of my friend on facetime.
didn’t quite vomit but nearly did. he told me i was entertaining but also really weird (kept talking about communism and communist china?)
i also remember saying “i love you” to him but he fortunately hung up right before i said that.
4 or 5, though I have no active memory of it, but apparently the day after my dad’s birthday, my younger brother and I found the crate of empty-ish beer bottles from the party the night before, and we drank the little leftover beer from those bottles. Apparently we slept like drunk roses the rest of the day.
After that I never drank alcohol again until I was well in my twenties. I remember being drunk off champagne one New Years Eve, I was 26 at the time, to drink away the lonely feeling I had at midnight, when I was the only single guy in a party filled with married people. We had done the countdown and at midnight everyone turned to their partner to kiss them a happy new year, and I had no one, that was the most miserable start of the year I ever had. So I disappeared in a bottle that night.