It's strange, but my very first cup of coffee is a very clear memory to me. I remember I had been coveting the smell of Mum and Dad's coffee for some time, and one day at breakfast when I was 12, I asked if I could have a cup. There was some serious looks back and forth across the table between Mum and Dad, a casual "Well, I suppose she can. She won't like it anyway..." and hence began the downward spiral into coffee addiction! I loved it immediately, and drank quite a bit of it in my 20's and 30's, but now try to limit myself to 2 cups a day. Tea? I won't go anywhere near the stuff. The smell alone makes me wretch. I have no idea why!