This was probably one of the most memorable experiences I've had as a child. I was probably around 8 years old. I was in Las Vegas with my mom and my dad. We were staying at a hotel called The Flamingo. We went to go get pizza there, and of course, being the fat little kid I was, I wanted some chocolate cake. I talked my dad into buying me a huge piece of chocolate cake, and I ended up eating most of it. My dad told me that I needed to slow down or I was going to make myself sick. Of course, I said "no it won't, my tummy can handle it!"
That night, I learned that I needed to listen to my dad when he told me things. I ended up throwing up chocolate cake all night long, at least every half hour. I feel so bad for my mom, because she was the one who had to clean it up every time I had to get up. After staying up all night up-chucking chocolate cake, we had to drive all the way back to Fort Collins, Colorado.
The only good thing that came out of getting so sick was that I was asleep for most of the 8 hour ride home, and I wasn't hungry at all. I remember by the time we got to Denver, I was able to eat one cracker, and that's all I had eaten that day.
Since then, I haven't eaten chocolate cake, and I probably won't ever do it again. And I will most definitely never, ever stay at The Flamingo again.
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