*WARNING ALCOHOL*
Okay so this story happened when I was in the first grade, and I was in Mazatlan with my godparents and my parents. We were climbing up to a light house and me being an unruly 1st grader I was complaining to my dad that I didn't want to do this, whatever. My dad got tried of me complaining so he gave me a choice. He said if I made it to the lighthouse before him I could have some beer. One important detail this hike was long and we were about half way though when this happened. And I took off running when my dad said that. I ran the whole why up to the top (the light house was on a hill don't come after me). I made it to the light house third and told my grandma and uncle(on my godmothers side) what father told me. obviously I got there before him so I got my own can of beer. I got though half of that can before my dad came and realized how much I drank (actually not a lot but it was for a 1st grader, no I was not drunk I have a high alcohol tolerance). Now I wish I was in Mexico all the time so I can drink. Thanks dad now I try to get you to let me drink all the time. :)
