I used to chomp on ice when I was kid. It's not great for teeth, but nobody stopped me. I guess sucking on it would have been better! I remember once, just after my dad left the house to go out to the farm to check cows, I got a cube of ice - a big cube. Not sure how I got it, looking back. Anyway, in it went! Just as tried to bite into it, it went down my windpipe and got lodged. For a moment, I couldn't breathe! Luckily, my mother was at the kitchen sink washing dishes. She said I was suddenly quiet. I also have a memory of a sibling being with me and getting Mother's attention. She said she knew what the problem was. She jumped into action and gave me the Heimlich Maneuver. Up came the ice! I cried and cried. I thought I was going to die. Mother, by that point, had sat down at the kitchen desk. She hugged me and said it was all okay. And I promised - on my own - that I would never eat ice again!
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