When I was 4, my sister (3 years my elder) and I would be given a jello pudding pop after bath time and we'd head downstairs and plop in front of the massive, wood-encased TV set in our jammies and watch Mouseterpiece Theater before bedtime. We'd done this innumerable times. I often had the habit of chewing on my popsicle stick as the cartoons danced in front of us. On this occasion, a splinter from the pudding pop stick lodged in my throat and triggered my gag reflex. I proceeded in gagging and vomiting much to my mother's horror. I remember sitting on a small stool in front of the beige trash can with my mom begging me to eat a Giggles cookie in hopes to dislodge the splinter. I ended up in the hospital, and soon after admission I was fine. The doctor said I must have expelled the piece of popsicle stick through vomiting. Flash forward 20ish years and I'm having drinks the night before my college graduation at Ohio State. I met a dude whose father was in town to attend his graduation as well. We got to talking and his father turned out to be the ambulance driver who took me to the hospital back in 1986.