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So I think i will tell you all a story about something that happened to me when i was young, let me start:
It was almost time to go home, I was 5 years old in Mrs Ahumada's pre-k class. This was a very confusing time for me I remember. There were all these people that would in my mind get mad at me for the dummbest reasons. I was a shy boy, soft spoken, always thought of as "Such a sweet boy". Okay, so then i was on the play ground. Swining on a swing by myself. I remember that i when i would get on that swing i wouldnt get off unless its was very necessary for me to. Like when it was time to go and such. I had a hard time getting started so when someone would push me i would make the best of it. Well this time i had to stop my swinging because of a sudden, very strong urge to peepee. So we me being the responsible obident kid i looked for coach lechuga to ask for permssion to go pee. He is no were to be found. I walk around the play ground for a good 10 15 mins debating if i should just go or continue to look for this coach character. So then finaly when it is becoming close to unbarable i decided to go,.. BY this time i start walking very slowly. It feels that if i walk to fast it will all just come out, So im holding it in right and im walking getting closer. It seemed like the thick loose sand on the playground floor was slowing me down, i need to be carefull but not walk so slow. IT comes to a point were it is beyond my power and i just feel my pants get warm and wet. I feel my face turn red. i look around to see if anyone saw my foul deed. No one. I look at my pants. i cant really tell that they have been wet. The color of the material is dark hidding the accident. So i continue walking slow back to my swing. I sit with my head held low. I hear the bell ring and i know my mom is waiting for me in the car. I start to walk to the place she picks me up every afternoon. I get in the car and ask my mother,...
"Are we going home?"
She says "no we are going to whataburger and to thestore."
I get sad,... My plan was to go home and change asap. but now it would be delayed. Now that i think about it, it would have been best for me to ask to go home and explain the situation. But i was a little kid in an adults world, and i was scared to ask.
It was almost time to go home, I was 5 years old in Mrs Ahumada's pre-k class. This was a very confusing time for me I remember. There were all these people that would in my mind get mad at me for the dummbest reasons. I was a shy boy, soft spoken, always thought of as "Such a sweet boy". Okay, so then i was on the play ground. Swining on a swing by myself. I remember that i when i would get on that swing i wouldnt get off unless its was very necessary for me to. Like when it was time to go and such. I had a hard time getting started so when someone would push me i would make the best of it. Well this time i had to stop my swinging because of a sudden, very strong urge to peepee. So we me being the responsible obident kid i looked for coach lechuga to ask for permssion to go pee. He is no were to be found. I walk around the play ground for a good 10 15 mins debating if i should just go or continue to look for this coach character. So then finaly when it is becoming close to unbarable i decided to go,.. BY this time i start walking very slowly. It feels that if i walk to fast it will all just come out, So im holding it in right and im walking getting closer. It seemed like the thick loose sand on the playground floor was slowing me down, i need to be carefull but not walk so slow. IT comes to a point were it is beyond my power and i just feel my pants get warm and wet. I feel my face turn red. i look around to see if anyone saw my foul deed. No one. I look at my pants. i cant really tell that they have been wet. The color of the material is dark hidding the accident. So i continue walking slow back to my swing. I sit with my head held low. I hear the bell ring and i know my mom is waiting for me in the car. I start to walk to the place she picks me up every afternoon. I get in the car and ask my mother,...
"Are we going home?"
She says "no we are going to whataburger and to thestore."
I get sad,... My plan was to go home and change asap. but now it would be delayed. Now that i think about it, it would have been best for me to ask to go home and explain the situation. But i was a little kid in an adults world, and i was scared to ask.