We tried making wine and homebrew when I was a teenager, it was a failure.
We also tried to make root beer. We added too much sugar to the bottles so they began to explode and send sticky shards of glass all over the basement. We felt like members of the bomb squad as we carefully removed the caps from the remaining bottles and watched the contents spew like champagne. It took several days to clean up the mess but the most painful part of the cleanup was listening to the constant lectures from my mother and stepfather.
My father always made a barrel of hard cider. He used a combination of apple and pear juice, honey, oatmeal, raisins and whiskey to get things going. The barrel had an airlock with a hose that went into a jar of water. When the bubbles from the hose slowed to a certain number per minute he pronounced the cider fit to drink.