My dad liked a drink and at first it made him all full of smiles and jokes like an idiot, but as the evening wore on he turned into a monster, glaring at us with hate in his eyes and saying stuff like "I wish the lot of you would get run over by a bus".
I thought "If that's the effect booze has on people I don't want it".
But I tried a few drops in my early teens as an experiment but it all tasted like cat pee and I haven't touch it since, apart from when some ladies have tried to get me drunk and i've gone along with it to be a good sport.
Didn't like it though because my head seemed full of cotton wool and i couldn't think, so i was glad to get my brain back when I sobered up next day..