Well, I’ve racked my brain to come up with this one, but here is my first beer memory. At age eleven or twelve I was with some friends whose dad worked at a junkyard. I can still remember the smell of oil and scorched leather seats. Periodically, all of us would be down there together. We would ride our bikes about 3 miles in the summer heat to get to our cherished hang-out. On one particular occasion, when the adults were nowhere present, we commandeered an opportunity to furtively slink away with a Bud Light. Even more than the taste of the beer (which I liked), the excitement and risks involved with getting my first taste of beer was an absolute thrill. Since that time, I have quaffed veritable lakes of malt products, but there seems to be an element of that first experience in all of my beer drinking exploites. My palate and preferences for beers have undoubtedly developed and expanded (since then, I have often shunned and castigated Bud Light), even tasting beers reminiscent of that strange oil and leather fragrance. Yet, the thrill of being able to sneak away to a quiet place and enjoy a can, bottle, or draught is still an elating adventure. I’m not drinking in the corners of a junkyard anymore, but I can often be found in the corner of a pub or living room (and I do feel like I’m actually living) sneaking away from the busy-ness of daily life to re-connect with the past and hope for a future that is filled with sipping a pint here and there in the far corners of the world. Rasion d’etre.
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Wow, you really are a beer pro! My first beer was when i was 20 believe it or not. We went to a party and everyone was having a great time. After about 20 min of being there i was offered a beer. “Sure, why not.” So my buddy handed over a blue and white can. My first beer… here we go… . So i cracked it open and took a swig. I thought to myself. self, well beer dosen’t really taste that great haha. I couldnt figure out why. Well it was keystone light, and it was pretty warm. That would be my first encounter with beer. Even tho it was very very unsatisfying the first time. Beer makes me happy. the end.
p.s. when its cold
keep up the site! looks good!
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Chris,
Thanks for coming to the site and offering your story. Your appeal for us to keep the site is exciting and humbling at the same time. My appeal to you is to keep visiting the site and subscribe to it, so that you can keep being updated on what we are doing. The other thing you can do is update us on what you are doing and what you think about articles, beers, and what we ought to address. You make our site.
Mike
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My first beer was in 5th grade. We went on a camping trip high in the “mountains” of Warren, Pennsylvania. My mom and her man got into a fight and we left. She took her two kids and marched down the mountain (about 3 hours). She gave us stones to suck on… but when we were thirsty, we got to drink from the only drink she had. A super tall, kingsize can of cheap lager. I dont remember the name, but I do remember hitchhiking with my mom and drinking beer. Ha. PS-Warren was over 3 hours away from where we actually lived. Great times. Wonderful parents. I have plenty of other beer stories to share…. maybe a great idea for another post. I would come back to read stories often. Take care.
Addison
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Addison,
Thanks for stopping by and sharing. I thought my 5th grade year was eventful. We are always open to suggestions about posts. It is my hope that you you do stop by often to read and post. Maybe I’ll rack my brain for some more beer stories that I’ve experienced.
Let me start by sharing one. I had a friend in college named Jacob. He actually went to a school across town. One night when he was walking by a truck at school, he noticed about half a case of some light beer (don’t remember which). He promptly procured (which is a nice way of saying he stole it…Not that I approve) the half case. The worst part about the whole story is that the next week it was the same thing. The truck was in the same exact spot. This occurred week after week for quite some time. The guy never wised up to the fact that he was being bilked out of beer.
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