Me too. A famous Sneakydicker Fambly story is about my Great grampa: He was about 12 years old or so and thoroughly drunk.Sorry, that was funny to me for some reason old man.
And he was being chased by his Daddy. He was up for a whuppin' no error. There was a log that spanned the stream and the kid ran across it. He picked up an axe to cut the log.
Missed, and cut the end of his foot off.
SOOPER UNCA TRIVIA: I was twelve years old. I had walked about a mile down to the railroad station to meet my Daddy and walk home with him.
There was a row of stores just before we turned to walk the last 1/3 mile to our house. One of them was The White Horse. Daddy walked in, and the place smelled wonderful and strange. We sat down on stools at the bar.
Nobody was there except us. Daddy sez: "Two beers."
Bartender: "That kid ain't eighteen."
Daddy: "Cut the bullshit and give the kid a beer."
That was the first over-the-bar beer in my life, and I never forgot it. I was utterly shit-faced by the time we got home.