https://soberboots.org/categories/my-story/Recent content in My Story on Walking in Sober Bootshttps://soberboots.org/soberboots/assets/uploads/2023/07/img_1290.jpghttps://soberboots.org/soberboots/assets/uploads/2023/07/img_1290.jpgHugoenTue, 17 Apr 2018 12:23:10 -0400https://soberboots.org/2018/04/17/just-like-don/Tue, 17 Apr 2018 12:23:10 -0400https://soberboots.org/2018/04/17/just-like-don/<p><em>This <a href="https://transformation-is-real.com/blog/just-like-don">post</a> was originally published on the site</em> Transformation is Real <em>in the fall of 2016. The curator of that site is looking to transition the site to a new owner and so I&rsquo;m republishing it here to ensure that it remains available moving forward.</em></p>https://soberboots.org/2016/02/19/my-story/Fri, 19 Feb 2016 12:47:10 -0500https://soberboots.org/2016/02/19/my-story/<p>My first experience with booze was pretty miserable.  I was probably about 13 years old or so when a friend came over to my house while my parents were not home.  Never one to miss an opportunity to misbehave, he suggested that we should get drunk.  We locked my brother out of the house and proceeded to raid my parents liquor stash.  In order to assure that they wouldn’t notice, my friend suggested that we take a little from each bottle and combine them all into a tumbler.  Then we took shots.</p> <p>Imagine, if you will, a concoction that included (minimally) the following: vodka, bourbon, creme de mint, liquor 43, peach schnapps and possible tequila.   It is a wonder I didn’t hurl on the first drink.</p> <p>We got good and drunk.</p>