This afternoon at work we were talking about our earliest memories and it got me thinking about one that was, for lack of a better word, disgusting. For those of you who are squeamish about bodily functions, you should stop reading now. However, if you enjoy a good laugh based on childhood stupidity, please read on.
I was around 5 years old and I was sick with the flu and all the wonderful symptoms that go along with it. I had been puking all day and I was getting tired of going to the bathroom. In my infant wisdom and lack of common sense, I thought that gravity would keep it all down.
I was trying to get comfortable in my parents living room sitting on a brown reclining chair. When the urge came, I tilted my head back and pointed my face to the ceiling. The instant my muscles contracted, the projectile vomit left my body, flew straight up in the air, hung there for just a moment and came right back down. I was covered in the wet, chunky guck that my body had rejected.
In retrospect I learned that sometimes the body is a strong enough force to go against the laws of physics; even if it was just for a moment.
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