I suspect that this identifies one not merely as a Christian but as belonging to a particular subset of Protestantism.
Well, we drank grape juice, not wine, but we did use those fancy little glass cups placed in the specially designed communion tray with cupholders (like the one pictured).
I’m pretty sure my main motivation for baptism was the excitement of getting to drink a quaff from the communion tray. At that age, joining the club is a powerful incentive.
That’s me! Then I remember when I was in Jr. High and some of us wanted to get really rebellious. We got some real shot glasses, and when the parents were gone, stood around and drank shots of….. lemon juice! What a rush!