Jill: Long, Rich Love Affair With Joe

I love coffee. My affair with java began as unrequited longing during childhood. My dad made it black every morning as he headed to his home office, its aroma a gentle wake-up that wafted into my room. But I wasn’t allowed to drink more than a sip or two. Coffee would stunt my growth, my parents joked. That only made me desire it more. I didn’t like being one of the tall girls who got her growth spurt in grade school and then had to wait years before the boys caught up. So I served make-believe coffee to my friends, settling for sniffing my hand-me-down percolator, the aroma of finely ground beans still seeped in its metal sides, a tantalizing hint of the taste I couldn’t have/ Jill Barville , SR. More here.

Question: How did you get hooked on coffee?