Ah, the allure of the forbidden fruit...
I had my first beer when I was 14 (other than sips from my uncles' bottles as a very young boy - tasted horrible). I was working for a farmer, bringing in hay for $0.005/bale, field to loft (yep, that's a half-a-cent, and we worked our tails off, too).
That particular day was about 90 degrees and humid, pretty bad for the hill country of western PA, so we came in dragging ass pretty bad. The old guy usually gave us some raw milk out of his cooler (great stuff), but on that day he left three beers out for us, very cold. We sat and sipped the beer, regaining a little strength as a thunderstorm approached; by the time we were done, the storm broke and we stood out in the cold downpour. I don't think I'll ever have a beer taste better than that one did... |
