Traumatic Moment Number 3

One day in kindergarten I went into the little boys room and walked into the stall to do #1. I noticed that in someones attempt to do #2 they had missed. How you miss #2 I dont know. I dont think I want to know. But there was some #2 right there on the floor. I should have left and walked to the next stall. I didn't. Instead I just thought to myself, "I need to remember that is there so when I'm done doing what I'm doing I dont step on it". I was 6. I forgot. I left the bathroom and I walked back into the classroom and within minutes I hear the teacher say "Ok everyone, stop and check the bottom of your shoes". I turned and looked towards the restrooms and saw my tracks. I was scared. I had tracked #2 across the room. I dont remember what happened next.

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Chad said…
I'm worried that when we die we will have to watch our lives again like on a giant tv or some sort of virtual reality headset or like the training areas in the matrix and these times will be just as embarrassing ... and all the times I had to explain to my mom about the magazines she found isn't going to be fun to watch either.
Chad said…
I didn't mean "all the times" I mean, there was just this one time.

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