It was 2004, a nice evening at home, my mom made dinner. Chicken, Mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, and greens.

Everything was so delicious, I went to put some Louisiana hot sauce on my chicken, because hot sauce adds an excellent flavor, I was generous with it and took a bite and was in heaven, it was very tasty, I love my mothers cooking. As I was working on my plate, my brother Steven got up from the table finishing his dinner, it was his turn to do the dishes..my other brother Travis finished and went onto play in the other room. I’m almost done, before I can finish all of my food I start to get hot, sweaty, and a sharp stinging in my mouth. I must’ve put too much on my chicken because my mouth was on fire. I went over to the kitchen sink to get some water, messing with me, my brother wouldn’t let me, causing me to freak out due to the heat in my mouth.

So I did the best and absolute worst thing I could do. I went to the refrigerator moved everything to the side that was in it, threw half my body in there and placed my tongue on the back wall of the fridge. I felt immediate relief. It was so nice, that soon ended the second I tried to pull myself out of the fridge. I found myself, well, can you picture the Christmas story scene where the kid got his tongue stuck to the pole. Well, that was me in the refrigerator. I went into full freak out mode, scared, crying, and shouting for help.

My brother Travis comes over and asks what I’m doing in there, I couldn’t talk very well but I was asking for help. He then went to pull me out because he wanted to get in there and that caused me to scream out loud. My mom and stepped came in and started asking what I’m doing, once they realized I was stuck my step dad went and got some hot water, poured it over my tongue and freed me from the refrigerator. Everyone started laughing, asking what I was thinking. I lost my tastebuds for a week, and have never lived that day down since.