I grew up a lot of my life with a mother who was alcohol dependent. Most of my childhood I was raised by my grandparents because raising my brother and I cramped her lifestyle too much. The times when I did live with her we lost our house twice and was repeatedly abused by her and one of her spouses. As a teenager I never did the normal drinking activities that were common in our area. I knew first hand what alcoholism looked like and I didn't want it to happen to me. I remember reading when I was that age that if you started drinking before 17 you were more likely to become an alcoholic. I'm not sure if that is still the common thought but it sure kept me from drinking until I was fully an adult. My mother quit drinking in her fifties after an incident with her husband. I am still proud that she managed to accomplish that. We aren't very close but I still speak with her occasionally. It is still something that affects me. I try to be careful not to drink when the world is getting too much for me, I always hope that it doesn't catch up with me at any point.