As others have said... I don't think you're weird either. However, one thing that moving around has taught me is that people really treat alcohol in the home very differently.
I used to pour my dad's beer for him (he had one beer after work on fridays for as long as I can remember). It was something he looked forward to, and I remember how special I felt getting to participate in that ritual. On the rare occasion he had a friend over, I'd pour 2, one for him and his friend. My mum drank wine, again, once or twice a week. She always poured for herself. But it was so that she could taste it to see if she needed to open a new bottle (since my parents rarely drank, even pumped wine would often turn).
My closest friend in late elementary had wine lovers for parents (they'd take us on weekend napa tours, had a cellar I'm envious of today, that's worth more than my *house*). They taught *both* of us the proper way to open, decant, pour, warm, chill, and how to look for subtleties in the aromas. I've always been grateful for that education. I have friends who will take a hundred dollar bottle and just dump it into a cup and knock it back the same way a college student would with 3 buck chuck. Makes me shudder.
My girlfriend in the UK, her 15yo daughter will pop her head out around the corner and ask her mum if she can have a glass of red? And did we want one if she opened a new bottle?
In Japan, in the north in the winter, I remember warm cloudy sake in the evening very fondly. I was 11ish.
In all of these cases, none of the people involved were alcoholics, nor did their children ever develop into them. Of course I knew people who abused alcohol, and their children... but most of the people that I knew had a casual relationship with alcohol, and they went about teaching their children about it as they saw fit. Actually most of the alcoholics I knew would FREAK out if their children got near "their" alcohol, and unless they were too drunk to notice, kept it under lock and key. Some didn't give a rip, and the house was full of empty bottles and shouts to their kids to bring them another ______. But the majority of people that I know, just had a normal relationship with it. Interestingly enough... I'm friends with quite a few recovering alcoholics as an adult. It's interesting to *me* because the stories they tell around alcohol in their childhood are the same as "normies" tell. It's not the experience that makes the alcoholic, it's the alcoholic that makes the experience.
<laughing> When my son (the comedian) was 5 his best friend's dad turned 40. We have a fairly large circle of friends that gets together on a weekly basis for bbq'ing, swimming, etc in the summer, or about once a month in the winter. There was a keg at this party, which my son was very enamored of, possibly because it was the first time he'd seen one (he's only seen one twice now). He loved the pump. He loved the nozzle on a hose. And with a giant grin, whenever he could he'd go racing over to the keg to "beat" someone there so he could pump and pour for them. My mum called and he was talking with her. Asked what he was doing his response was "Oh.... manning the keg... you know, the usual." She told me later she almost fell off of her chair laughing. My dad actually got a little "What? What?", and my mum explained he was *manning* it, not drinking it, but was feeling very grown up being allowed to help, so was trying to show off. Like when R. would put your mug in the freezer before you came home so it would be all frosty for you, and then bring it into the living room. He's just feeling his oats.