My first beer story is a bit more romantic than others. I was 15 and on a vacation in Europe with my mom and sister. I haf gotten a passport card, which was kind of like an ID, and whoever entered the info in did it wrong and made me a year older than i was. Lucky for me with the lower drinking age. Although i honestly had never drank before and i was somewhat nervous to order a beer infront of my mom.
Anyways, We were about halfway through the trip and were up in the French alps at a lodge restaurant on the top of some beautiful mountain, sitting on the outside deck. My mom told me to order a beer and I got a mont blanc blonde, I had no idea what I was ordering but I liked the way it sounded. It ended up being absolutely delicious, perfect scenery, the perfect beer for the moment. My second was Guinness in Ireland.
I wish I could say my first lay was as magical but I guess I used up that luck on beer haha.
After that I didn't really drink until college, more of just a situational thing than desire.
I wish I could try one again to see of it really is as good as I remember it.