two spiritual communities - 12-Step Recovery and New Thought.
I started drinking alcoholically on New Year’s Eve, 1974. I was 13 years (and three months) old. I had taken a drink many times before. A sip of wine from Mom’s glass, a few drops of champagne for a toast, a bit of watered-down scotch from my uncle’s tumbler once he nodded off––that kind of thing. But the first time I “got drunk” was 12/31/74. I was at my best friend’s house, and we raided her parents’ bar. And I do mean raided. Marauded might be closer to the truth . . .