I never grew up in a house where wine or alcohol was ever present. I'm not sure why that was exactly, it was just the way it was. My earliest and really only memory of wine is at my Oma and Opa's house. Everyone in my extended family knows that my Opa has a glass of wine before bed. He claims it's for his health.
I remember once when I was staying over at my Oma and Opa's for the night with my cousin Tim, we decided to see what this 'wine' was all about anyways. We were sleeping in the basement, which is near the cellar where the wine is kept. So once it seemed pretty quiet upstairs we headed into the cellar to have a sip of Opas wine. Perhaps, that's why I don't love wine today. My earliest memory of wine was actually pretty terrible.
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