My almost 19-year-old daughter went to a nightclub for the first time on Saturday night with some friends. I told my mother, and I got a distinct whiff of disapproval/disappointment, followed by a wistful "Wasn't it yesterday when she was small? ... guess not."
It reminded me of when I went to a party to celebrate the fact that my friends and I had graduated from university. Our average age was around 22. The party was held at someone's house, and the guy's dad served as bartender. When I got home, I told my mother "They served us the GOOD booze!". (As in: Smirnoff vodka instead of Uncle Popskull's Rotgut.) Mum looked very sour and said "I don't approve of serving children alcohol." (Emphasis mine.)
I'd like to add that I live in Canada, where the legal drinking age is 18.
Outdoor Girl, your story reminds me of when my husband and I first started dating. He asked me if I liked camping. I thought "So help me, I'm going to tell him the truth", and I said honestly "No, I hate it." He said "Oh" in a somewhat crestfallen way, and I felt bad, but I wasn't going to lie to him. (Hey, he married me anyway, so I guess it wasn't a dealbreaker.)