Day 1 of The Scintilla Project.

Tell a story about a time you got drunk before you were legally old enough to do so.

Let me start off by saying yes, I did drink a few times before being legally able to. I was always responsible when I did so, though. The first time I ever got drunk was probably the best and most hilarious drinking story I have. I was sixteen and my oldest sister had a party at her house, anywhere else and I would of declined the offer.
My other sister, Missy said it was her mission to get her little brother drunk. We weren't super close and we argued like normal siblings, but this was our first bonding experience. See, alcohol brings families together! I'm completely kidding, though.. it's sort of a true statement in this case.
So, it was just a small get together, we had those a lot when I was younger. My oldest sister would have a few friends over, they'd play games and just chill and listen to music. My cousin and I were in the basement and my sister brought drinks down for us, no one else really knew we were drinking. After awhile, we got bored so we went back upstairs and joined the adults.
The last thing I remember, Missy and I standing in the corner of the kitchen laughing our asses off because I was finally drunk. My sister yelling "I did it, I got my baby brother drunk!" We started hugging and laughing some more and then BAM - I only remember bits and pieces of the rest of the night. The best part? I remember trying to sneak back into the basement because I wasn't feeling so good. I remember sitting in the corner of the basement, puking into a Halloween bucket. You know, those orange buckets children use when they go Trick-or-Treating with their families. The ones with the hole on the bottom. Probably not my smartest choice in choosing a puking bucket. My older cousin's girlfriend came down, some girl no one in the family liked - and still despises to this day. The one person I was always mean to and thought wasn't good enough for him. She decided she'd help me out, even after all the horrible things we did to her. I gained a little more respect for her after that.
So, here I am.. puking into a bucket with a hole in the bottom. I don't remember much of what happened after that, but another memory is laying on the bathroom floor puking more, while they're trying to shove water down my throat. Worst part about drinking. My sister and I are difficult people to deal with when we've had too much to drink. We want to stay in the bathroom, we don't want to move to the bedroom to sleep it off, the bathroom floor is way more comfortable than some bed to us. Everyone is laughing at me, I'm puking my 16-year old ass off, wondering why I decided I'd drink in the first place.
They finally got me into bed, I remember trying to take my new necklace off that I got for Christmas, some ridiculous surfer looking necklace that I still don't understand why I wanted to this day. Thankfully, it wouldn't come off. So, I ripped it off, beads falling all over the room. The next morning I laid in bed, trying to remember how ridiculous I acted. Whenever I drink now, I lay in bed for twenty minutes, trying to think of something stupid I might have done or said. Especially being sixteen, I didn't want to act like a complete fool and ruin my chances of them letting me hang out with them again.
I finally got up, my stomach in knots. My sisters were sitting around the living room talking about last night and how hilarious I was. Apparently, I'm a much more fun person when I'm drinking. I joined them and remember my face turning completely red and apologizing for the whole puking incident. They didn't mind, though.
I think I drank underage a handful of other times, again.. being completely responsible. To this day, I rarely drink. I've never been the kind of person that gets blackout drunk and acts like an idiot. I've never identified with my generation that does that, it's so unappealing to me. I was glad my first time drinking was with my family, in their house under complete supervision. I didn't have anything to worry about, and I wasn't around strangers.
I remember I also got a shirt for Christmas, a bad ass brown shirt with a tree on it. I decided I'd wear it that night because I wanted to look good. I hadn't worn it before, and since that day I can't find it. It was my absolute favorite shirt and to this day I still wonder where it went. Damnit - now I want that shirt.