When I was about three or four years old, my mother was reading me Alice in Wonderland
, and as soon as she got to the part with the Mad Hatter's tea party-- complete with a really spectacular illustration-- I asked her if we could have a tea party ourselves. She said yes, and made some tea which we drank from a couple of her mother's tea cups (my grandmother absolutely loved tea and had a huge collection of very pretty tea cups). She even taught me how to drink pinky-out, which I still do to this day.
The tea parties became a weekly thing, often with finger sandwiches or cookies that we'd make together. Since then, I have branched way out in my tea tastes, but I continue the tea party tradition with my friends at college.