No.
I was a binge drinker from the latter part of the 'O' level revision period in 1984 to winter 1999. A bad one. A self destructive one. I longed for the famed black outs so I didn't have to wince my way through remembering the stupid, mortifying shit I done the night before between first swig and gracelessly slumping to the nearest flat surface and passing out into oblivion.
As a result of my last ever over indulgence I got pregnant with DS. I've been teetotal since. He's only ever seen me with a glass of alcohol in my hand to raise it for a toast, and then put it down unsipped.
He's 18 now. I have told him about the how, the why and the fall out of my issue with drinking now he's older, so he knows why I don't drink. And he knows that I don't regard alcohol itself as evil, just that some people, like me, don't have a functioning booze brake and can spectacularly fail to enjoy it as a limited and occasional thing the way other people can. He's seen my sister and BIL get mildly tispey, but he's also seen them stop drinking at that point. It doesn't appear to have disturbed him in any way.
He's never had a drink, but then neither have most of his friends. They are all Italian or have grown up in Italy so it's hard to know for sure if it is a cultural, or generational thing. But kids seem to have a very different attitude towards alcohol than my British friends and I did back in the 80s when we were his age. Which is a good thing because our aim was to get slaughtered. That was what we placed emphasis on as the key ingredient to having fun.
I don't know if that was the same in other social circles back in the day. But my circle changed regularly due to my moving a lot and that "let's get pissed!" element remained constant. Perhaps like attracted like and that's what accounted for my perception that getting paralytic as a social aim was near universal amoung my peers.
I never saw my parents drunk. Occasionally a little hung over the next morning after functions, but nothing that evokes bad memories or could be used as an explanation for my own poor drinking habits. In fact, as far as I can reliably recall, I don't think I saw a properly pissed person I knew until one was looking crosseyed back at me in the mirror.