Oh man I remember this one time when I was like 12-13 i was leaving my friends house and I was like whoa I really need to take a poop.
I thought of turning around I had only made it two blocks away…“No i have come to far” I continued to ride my skateboard down the street.
The ride was bumpy…my Tummy rumbly… and my bowels fumbly.
Oh dear god my stomach was in knots I could no longer ride my skate board for the urge to unclench and release had become to much to handle.
I was so close…not two blocks away from my wonderful porcelain throne room it happened…An involuntary release of muscle control and it all was set free.
The warm release gently fell from my cargo shots (thank baby Jesus I didn’t where jeans that day) with a splat it hit the ground. The warm violent smell hit me faster then it hit the ground and so I began my walk of shame.
Two blocks and one chaffed buttocks later i was home, I immediately headed to the laundry room and proceeded to change out of my clothes.
My mom entered shorty after her face gleamed with concern and me i was so embarrassed I couldn’t look at anything but my toes.
She proceeded to ask me why I changed my clothes and I couldn’t respond it was to embarrassing for me but not as bad as what happened next.
“was there blood in your underwear?” she asked
“NO” jesus my mind went crazy WTF why would ther…oh fuck no…did she…did my mom just imply I got raped? oh fuck no.
“no there wasn’t blood…I SHIT MY PANTS OK” I yelled.
She laughed a little and tried to console me by telling me about a time when she sneezed at work and shit herself and that it all had something to do with having kids and tearing up her insides.
Needless to say I was at a new level of shame.
To top it all off I had my “accident” along the way I took everyday to school so for about a week I got a daily reminder off why 2 blocks is never two far to go back.