I used to have laughing fits, which were apparently extremely offputting, if you were the object of my joy.
One winter morning; I was 7 and laughing at my mother who was getting me ready for school. She snapped the scarf around my neck and pushed me out backwards into a snowbank and shut the door.
I quickly realized I couldn’t breathe and she was none the wiser. I had to get my laughter under control long enough to get my mitts off using my teeth and squeezing my fingers to my scarf so I could breath before passing out.
Once I was successful, I just laid down laughing, not oblivious to the fact that I almost F#@king died from laughter.Dennis Mantin