roughly three yrs old or so. sitting on the front porch with dad while he worked on the lawn mower. he was drinking beer. (those little miller high life ponies.) well i must have decided that i wanna be like dad cause when he opened one and set it down, i drank it. slept good that night. damn i was destined to be a redneck from the start. hell i still sit outside and drink beer to work on stuff. guess you just never outgrow some of the good things in life.