I tried to keep my legs close together and I shook in my chair. And then it happened.
The flood gates opened and the sounds I was hearing weren’t just from the rain outside.
I. was. mortified.
Here I was – 10 years old. Pissing in my pants. In front of about 30 other 10-year-olds. And my teacher.
The guy sitting next to me said one word “Ew” then moved away from me. Mrs. Molina tried to downplay what had happened. She said that maybe it was “water” from outside.
But the other kids weren’t stupid. Clearly water didn’t have a yellow hue.
On top of being mortified, I was also wearing my sister’s clothes that were “borrowed” (without permission, naturally) from her closet. There was no way out of this one.
For days after, my friends kept their distance. The kid sitting next to me sat at the edge of our 2-seater desk, trying to sit as far away from me as possible. After all, who wanted to sit near the “Pee Pee Girl”?
Eventually, the shame wore down and my friends became my friends again. Lucky me! 🙂
Lesson learned: There’s a limit to holding it. When you gotta go, let it flow. Just make sure you’re near a toilet, though.