I THINK my first one was this.
I was about two and a half. Mom had made some cake/cookie dough I don't know what now...but she let me have the wood spoon to lick.
Well apparently I decided to take off running with the spoon in my mouth, totally biffed and scraped the hell out of my throat. Dad picked me up, I was gushing blood (so I'm told)....So they rushed me to the ER...
I don't remember any of THAT...but when we were at the hospital I remember them trying to get meds in me.........they were pink! lol