Were you ever so uneasy,
uncomfortable, frightened, or traumatized that you pooped your pants? I did just that, and I’ll
never forget it. Here’s the little story I wrote about that stinky experience
in my long-gone “Hilo Days” website.
Enjoy, but hold your nose.
A Traumatic First
Day
The first day of Riverside School, I shit my pants.
Honest! Here I was, a first-time first-grader, being dropped off by Dad, who pointed out the first-grade classroom, got me steered in the right direction,
then drove off to work.
My stomach dropped. Something else dropped too—a golf ball-sized lump of stuff.
I've always wondered if anyone else smelled it. They
probably did, but nobody said anything about it. I went through the whole day
with this lump in my shorts. When I got home, I finally got rid of it.
We all had a good laugh about it, but I can tell you that
my laughter was due more to relief that I made it through the first day, than
because I thought it was funny.
And I bet Mom and Dad also wondered if anyone had smelled
it. I'll bet they were embarrassed "in absentia."
But wait a minute -- think about this: What if EVERY kid
in my class had a lump in his/her pants as well? Huh? What if they all did it
too? Can you imagine 30 kids, all self-conscious, all with doo-doo between
their legs.
And what if the teacher also had ... nah, can't be.
