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I grew up drinking wine at Sunday dinner at my Italian grandparent's house. It was homemade and we called it Dago Red. It wasn't a big deal. It was a big deal when we got to help stomp the grapes (after Nana oversaw us washing our feet very well!). We had a blast.
It didn't seem to change anything about how any of us viewed alcohol. I have a couple cousins who are alcoholics, some who went wild with it for a while (when college aged) and calmed down, and some who just don't drink (for whatever reason).
I think it's more complex than some are making it. There are children of alcoholics who don't want it around them ever because of the things they experienced. There are others who learn to turn to alcohol. There are no absoluts (pun intended)
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