You never back out of a triple-dog dare. My older brother kept digging more things out of the fridge and pantry. The glass was filling rapidly. Ice cream, ketchup, mustard, salt, relish, sugar, cinnamon, eggs, milk, orange juice, and kool-aid mix all went into the cup. I watched closely, the sides of my mouth turned down in a grimace of disgust. My stomach boiled and rolled.

Finally, it was stirred with a long handled spoon, and was carefully pushed toward me by my sniggering brother.
“Drink it! You have to! I dared you!”

I took a drink and wiped my face.

I smiled at him. His smile dissolved into a look of shock. He sat there for a few seconds. Then, defeated, he got up and walked outside. I sat and watched him until I he was out of sight, then I bolted for the bathroom and barfed like I’ve never barfed before. But oh, it was worth it!