So once I was five years old. Like all humans will be, are, or once were ya'know. I was in Walmart with my mom and I wanted to get a bottle of sprite and some goldfish crackers. She happily obliged. So, in the hot parking lot, I ate goldfish with my sticky phalanges and drank up some sprite. Life was good.
After a couple minutes of driving home, some truck dude like pulls in front of us or something or maybe it was my moms fault I don't really know. But the point is, we got in a crash. I don't mean like some big emergency fire truck-y crash, just like a violent bump.
The thing is, I was drinking from my bottle of sprite. RIGHT AS THE CAR CRASHED. So with the sprite lifted to my mouth, everything went in slow motion as the two cars collided. The feeling of cold, carbonated, artificially-flavored beverage went right up into my nose. So as my mom was speaking to a cop, I was pitifully sitting in the car hacking sprite out of my nose unsuccessfully.
tl;dr I was drinking sprite right as a car crashed and I almost died I think
