laugh till it hurts

I havn’t been ticklish since my father would rile us up before bed. My mom would always yell at him for making us too wild, but it was our favorite time of the day. Daddy was all ours and mom could yell all she wanted and not even that would stop him.
For that special little nothing to be given back . . . to know what it feels like to laugh till your side hurts, free from restrain, free from judgement, to have all your worries melt like lemon drops way above the chimney tops . . . only one person was able to do that other than my father. This one person is saving me.

I sadly have to say that no matter how many times I ever had fun with friends or family I have never laughed so much that it hurt. I wonder if it can actually be done. I mean I laughed at mulitiple embarassing moments of my own or at someone elses expense, but never until it hurt.
I’ve heard enough jokes (some really lame ones) to last a life time but still I never really experienced laughing to such an uncontrolable state that it hurt.