My first alcohol experience
I always loved New Year's Eve. Opposite to Christmas for Canadian kids, for me it was tons of gifts from family and friends, the most scrumptious food and my favorite cartoons on TV. Each year I started to dream about it in October, and for three months my life was passing in a fairy tale. Now, I am almost 19, but my most memorable moments are still related to New Year's celebration. One of them got stuck in my head so hard, that even if I lose all my memory in a car accident, as it often happens to TV shows' heroines, this "experience" will definitely not be forgotten.It happened when I was only 3 years old. Generally, we celebrate New Year's Eve only with the family, me, my mom and my dad. However, that year my father had to go away for work, so my mom invited her best friend, Maria. I was as ha
The next second my mouth was burning. 55pm we all settled around the table covered with all sorts of food and drinks. The tears were flowing from eyes into my checks, falling on my new red velvet dress. She did not have her own kids, so I was like a daughter for her. I smelled it carefully and felt that there is a bunch of cinnamon, roasted almonds and some other unusual spices in the cup. For sure, it looked like Coke, though it was not as carbonated as normal Coke. The most amazing dolls with bright, blue eyes, blonde curly hair and boxes of chocolate, as sweet as mom's kiss, could be only her gifts. ppy as if somebody gave me all the toys from "Toys r us" in one day. Suddenly, they gave me a cup with something dark in it and told that it was a new sort of Coke, which Maria brought from France. Although being a little scared, I didn't want to show it, so I took an immense sip. That is what it was, as my mom told me ten years later. More than that, I can't even look at it. She often tells her friends: "My daughter is the only nineteen year old teenager, who does not drink any kind of alcohol".
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