The first time I ever had coffee, I was about 7 years old. I remember waking up every morning about 4am with grandma and grandpa in the summer months, and before they left to go to work, we would have a cup of coffee and breakfast. Summertimes are meant for those young kids to sleep in, but for us it meant spending as much time with out grandparents as possible. As I got older my stomach couldn’t take the acid {Read More}