Dad gave me beer when I was little

When I was little, my dad used to give me the last few sips of his beer. My mother never knew. I never knew it was bad for me. I never felt drunk or intoxicated. I loved it. I always begged for the rest of it because he kept giving it to me. It's like I was addicted. But it wasn't as severe as addiction. Sometimes I'd have half the can. One time, my dad was drinking and my mum was in the room and I asked for the rest. He said no. My mother was appalled and confused. She told me off and I said that I have it all the time why is it any different. I never had it again after that. She was furious. I was clueless. PS. They're divorced now. What do you guys think of that. Anyone had a similar situation?