<human>: Could you distill the essence of the text into 1-3 sentences?

Ok, so I was about 5 years old and I was flying from Orlando back home to Sacramento after a week long vacation with my older sister and my dad. I had only flown once or twice before in my life, but I really didn't have an issue with it, I actually love flying. But, midway through the flight, my stomach starts to hurt and I'm not feeling good. My dad took me to the bathroom and I did my thing. It continued though, and I couldn't control it anymore. I starting throwing up all over the place and I was shitting my pants as well. Given that I was flying with my dad, he didn't prepare a carry-on for me and so I had NO clothes to wear after the pants shitting. The stewardesses were awesome and took care of me, and the crap all over the place. From what I remember, the other people flying seemed fairly understanding of the situation as well. I still have that blue Delta Airlines blanket the stewardesses gave me, an entire 13 years later!
<bot>: I was 5 years old, flying from Orlando to Sacramento. I was shitting my pants and throwing up everywhere. Everyone was really awesome about it, but the flight was the worst 5 hours of my life.