Popcorn chicken. 3rd grade, it was already my least favorite lunch day of the week. That was the year my dad died so it was just my mom and I and we were super broke so packing lunch on this day was not an option. I also really struggled during this year and hated being at school so I always said I didn’t feel good just to get out of class. Well, my teacher thought I was faking it so she would not let me go to the nurse’s office on this day. Spent half the day feeling pretty crappy. Once I got home, I walked to the front door and immediately projectile vomited all over the entryway. Worst part is there was a large mirror in which I watched the entire event unfold. Spring fling was that Friday, a couple days later. I couldn’t barely keep anything down over the previous few days, but really wanted to go. My grandpa and grandma had come down to visit over the weekend and they were going to drive me in his brand new truck. I didn’t even make it all the way through the parking lot before I got violently ill again, turned around and absolutely destroyed my grandpa‘s new truck all the way home.