So most folks remember their sobriety date. Last year, I attended an AA meeting on July 4 and it dawned upon me that the date marked the anniversary of my first drink of alcohol. I had always remembered the event, but not until last year had I actually thought about the date as an anniversary of sorts. It was on July 4, 1962 I was at a picnic with extended family members. A thunderstorm broke. The men all hung in garage waiting out the storm. The adult’s house we were at was a “sloppy ass drunk.” All the grown up men were drinking beer. For whatever reason, my father consented to me drinking a beer and my younger brother was allowed to have a few sips. I got a minor buzz off the beer – not a huge deal. But the buzz was enough to plant a seed in my head that beer is good and makes me feel better.
I was off to the races. Over the next couple of years my drinking increased exponentially, until August 4th, 1984, when I finally surrendered.
Today, I can remember that first drink as well as my list drink. I think that is a good thing.