I, too, had a noticeable number of alcoholics in my family, and around my mid-thirties, saw that a threat loomed. In reviewing the situation, I realized that my parents had started drinking heavily in their thirties…and, like the Energinner bunny, they just kept going and going and going. As a single parent, I couldn’t see ever exposing my darling daughter to a household steeped in alcohol. So, though I rarely had more than a beer or wine a month, I quit. And, while life has occasionally delivered devastating moments during which I kind of wished I drank, I never have. No loss. No foul.