Probably the first beer I ever had with my dad. I was about 14 I think. We were building a deck on the back of the house and as we're about to nail in the last piece he told me to grab "two" beers. I remember thinking damn, he busy be worn out if he wants two at once.
I get back with the beers and he opens the first one and hands it too me. I don't know why that moment meant so much but it did.