The Things You Learn from
Your Neighbors
I grew up in a non-drinking
household.
Or so I thought.
When I was about twelve,
the boy next door told me my
dad used to drink.
I never knew that.
I learned later that Dad not
only drank
but all the way up till I was
a toddler
and had given me a drink of
beer and I liked it.
That was my last taste of
alcohol
because I decided early on
not to drink.
It seemed foreign to me that
my sisters
remembered my dad drinking alcohol
and I didn’t know till my
neighbor told me.
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