When I was at the tender age of two or three every so often my whole family would convene at the club in Dalkey. Drinks were had by the adults while club orange was my drink of choice as well as bacon fries. I don't know why but I really enjoyed this rare meeting in this pub, So much so that when ever we walked by this pub i would try and force my parents into the pub. I would become visibly upset and begin to cry. My Grandparents who lived in dalkey near the club would have to take a large detour in order to avoid the property whenever we walked to and from dalkey village.
My obsession soon spread. After a short while I wasn't safe from any pub. My mum recounts a incident when we were walking down Blackrock mainstreet with a friend of hers. The drinks cellar beside the entrance of a stinking old mans pub was open. I got a whiff of the pub smell and was off. apparently I went insane much to the embarrassment of my Mum.
Now people that know me know that I am fond of the odd drink. The retelling of this story has really got me thinking. Have these incidents psychologically shaped my thinking and views on life. Its a difficult question and no doubt countless experiments by no doubt ably smarter people have been conducted and written on so i will refuse to comment on my own views. However one thing i did realise and perhaps is one of the reasons why I don't smoke is when i was young the only people I saw smoke were women so still to this day I see smoking as a feminine exercise.
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