When I was ten at cub scout camp I won a crate of beer (or so I thought) in their raffle (goodness knows why they had that and a bunch of spirits and other non-kid stuff in the raffle). I was stoked as it was the first raffle thing I'd won and even though I had never had a beer, I knew it must be good stuff as my Dad always drank it.
Anyway three days later I was picked up by my parents and they were shocked when I produced my crate of beer and put it in the back of the car. I explained how I'd got it and they said I could have one with Sunday dinner when I got home.
So at dinner time I excitedly got to crack open my first beer and boy was I disgusted with the taste. To me it tasted like diluted Marmite and I spat it out. My parents laughed and explained that I needn't worry, as it was only Kaliber non-alcoholic beer and was not like real beer. I was gutted and didn't touch another drop from that crate and didn't even drink again until I was at least 12