When he was living in Wisconsin, he had a babysitter named Eula or Beulah (he can’t really remember.) She’d tickle a 4-year-old King with her bare feet, hug him until he was breathless, then hit him on the head to knock him down, then start tickling him again. She thought it was fun. Then, one day, he asked for eggs and everything changed.

He says in his memoir that one morning she made him a fried egg for breakfast. He ate it, and asked for another. She told him he couldn’t fit another, but he ate it. And asked for another. Then another. After 7, he stopped.

He ended up vomiting, and instead of taking care of him, Beulah/Eulah got aggressive and locked him in a closet. Later, when his mother came home, she found the babysitter asleep on the couch and King locked in a closet, covered in vomit.