Raised in wartime Scotland, tea was very important to the adults around me. It served to warm us up in our cold flats; it was served to anyone who dropped in; we had it morning; elevensies, lunch, 4 o'clock teatime, and with high tea (supper) and in the evening while listening to the radio. Of course, it was Indian or Chinese black, served with milk and tiny amounts of rationed sugar. Mama started me on it at about age 2 or 3; mostly milk w/just a drop of tea, and the ratio of tea to milk grew as I grew!
The making of tea was a ritual that accompanied bad news, good news, weddings, funerals, hard times and good. It still does for me.
At age 70, I've been drinking it now for around 67-68 years. Never have cared for coffee very much and didn't start drinking that until I was around 45 or 50 years old!
Now, I'm enjoying experimenting with other types of teas than black.