When I was 14 I was allowed to go out with my cousin, but had to be home by 1200. One night a group of us found this dirt pit to hang out in and I had more then I could handle. Thank goodness my dad wasn't home when I arrived. I barely made it to the front door, but I managed to get myself inside and to the bathroom where I hugged the toilet for a little while. After that night I didn't touch alcohol again until I was 19.
I'm sure my mom and step-father new I was drinking as I was hanging out at the Brass Rail every Saturday night. They never said a word to me about it. I always had someone to bring me home that had not been drinking.
(if she didn't know she will know after this post

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