This is a place to collect your memories.
When I was very young, my mother made a strawberry shortcake. It was very pretty and very yummy. My brothers and I enjoyed the cake very much -- until later that night when we all tasted the cake for the second time. My brothers were sleeping on a bunk bed. I saw the younger one trapped in the bottom because there was a stream of strawberry shortcake juice dripping down from the top bed where my oldest brother quietly sat.
For almost ten years after that incident, I couldn't eat anything sweet without becoming severely nauseated. And to this date, I can't enjoy eating strawberry shortcakes or anything with whipped cream even though I love the idea of these desserts. -- Mika