Do you remember the first beer you ever drank? If you are anything like me, it was probably something you still remember to this day, even if you’re not sure why.
Almost halfway through my 30s, I can remember sitting around my grandparent’s house in Parma, Ohio with my aunts, uncles and cousins. That was a common theme for us as youngsters.
We’d all gather around, play games, tell stories and run around the backyard. Life was simple.
It was in that backyard that I first sipped on a beer. Obviously I didn’t like it, but, then again, how many 8-10-year-olds are going to enjoy beer?
Thinking about it now, I couldn’t even tell you what it tasted like. What I can tell you is that I vividly remember seeing my uncles constantly tilting back that blue can — one after another, after another. It seemed as though no matter how much beer they drank, they were always coherent and fun loving.
Perhaps that’s where my love for brews comes from?
There was never a family gathering where beer was not involved. I remember gathering up the beer cans and using the air compressor-powered can crusher to smash the cans for the recycling bin. We thought we were big timers since we got to use the can crusher. There was something about grabbing that lever and seeing those cans fall into the bin that was mesmerizing.
Those blue cans created plenty of memories. Now, as an adult I honestly don’t think I’ve seen a can of Stroh’s since I was 10 years old. For pure nostalgia, I think I’m going to order a few Stroh’s pint glasses from their website, especially since I can’t get it here in Northwest Florida.
Do you remember your first beer? I’d love to hear your story.