I was sitting on the porch on a hot summer day with a friend. I could have been 7 or 8 years old. We had a thermometer, probably attained by a church group. I was totally fascinated by it, staring at it to see if the red stuff would go up or down.
Since it was red, it probably tasted good. I couldn't resist. I broke it in half and put it to my mouth to drink. All I remember is I woke up in a hospital and was fed gobs of butter. I had a fear of thermometers for a while.
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