I've often thought of how great it would be to grow up in an A.A. family. I left home when I was 13. I guess I was making the family disfunctional.
Or, at least that's what my dad kept telling me. When I got sober -- A.A. became my family that I had always wanted. They became my brothers, sisters, moms, dads, uncles, aunts and friends. I feel that way whenever I walk into a meeting. It doesn't matter if it's the first time for the meeting or the thousandth time -- I feel at home, like I'm with my real family.