My very first drink was at the age of 13, a summer night before entering high school. A dozen of us met at the rope swing that hovered over the river; the outskirts of a small town surrounded by farmland. We weren’t addicts or alcoholics, we were curious in nature. The beer commercials promised an attractive design for life, alongside bikinis and freedom. Having already lied to my friends I’ve drank beer before, the can I cracked open was truly my first. As I reflect on that night, I can feel the draw of the rope swing dangling nearby, ever reminding me that my childhood will always be available if I...