The time I almost choked to death

About a week ago my friend Martin and I went to see Black Swan. It was great film and somehow on the drive home I suddenly remembered almost dying when I was a kid, something I had totally forgotten about. The memory once recalled was quite clear and vivid.
When I was about 3 or 4 years old I almost choked to death on a piece of hard candy. It was a week night I believe. Sometime around 7 o'clock. My friend Candice was over with her mom. She was my age. Her mom worked at the bank with my mom. They were both bank tellers.
I was sucking on a piece of candy. It was far too big. It was cherry flavor. It had the texture of a jawbreaker but instead of being spherical it was a heart. And it was red.
Candice must have given me the candy because my mother was not in the habit of giving us sweets.
I don't recall how I got it lodged in my trachea. I must have been sucking on it and laughing or talking. I was most likely giggling when it became stuck. All I know is it got stuck there and my brother noticed something was wrong. He told my mom that I wasn't breathing.
My mom dialed 911 on the yellow rotary phone we had on the wall in the kitchen. It sat inside a little phone booth framed into the wall and it had a little sill under it to hold any pens or pads of paper you would use to write messages or phone numbers. I remember how long it would take to dial the numbers. The fast clicks forward like a zipper and the slower clicks back until you could start on a new number.
My mom looked at me with terror and I remember standing next to the giant dark brown hosier my parents kept on that wall by the phone. I hated that hosier. it looked like a big monster of furniture to me. It was old a funky and we didn't see eye to eye. That hosier was ancient and didn't make sense to me. Why keep something so old and has drawers for sacks of flour and bins for grains? It was 1983 for Christ's sake.
It had these single pane glass windows in the cabinets. The kind of glass you could break if you just poked it a little to hard. That couldn't be safe.
My toes turned blue. My mom shouted on the phone. I don't recall exactly what she said but, she put the phone down at one point.
Happy Days was on TV in the other room. I remember hearing "Sunday Monday Happy Days" and kind of feeling like I was dizzy. I don't think I panicked.
When the human trachea gets obstructed deep enough the only way to expel the blockage is by putting pressure on the lungs, by way of pressing up on the diaphragm. In my case it was my mother who performed this task.
I remember the flavor of that piece of candy. I remember the shape and the way it glistened in the dim light of the kitchen as it shot across the room. It seemed to go on forever like it was floating. I don't think that candy broke when it hit the ground. 
I walked into the living room sat down and my friend Candice looked over at me and said "Hey Emilie. Look it's the Fonz!"