The first party I can remember was when I was about seven and we were taken swimming. One of my brothers pushed me into the pool and I landed sitting straight upright on this poor woman's back while she was breast-stroking. She was really nice about it but I was so mortified.
And talking of sick, that brother was the one who got two girls from next door to drink neat Ribena and they threw up pink sick over a whole room. Cream coloured carpet. Puke city.