I've been drinking it since I was a little girl, copying my Father, who always drank coffee for breakfast. At first he would share his cup with me, letting me have a few sips, much to my mother's consternation. I still remember the day when I cam into the kitchen for breakfast one day and there was a coffee cup at my place at the table. I was so happy. My Father told me it was time I had my own cup, and the days of sharing were over.