So This reminds me of a story.
When I was really young, I have a pic of the one peice I was wearing, which is also that last time I wore it. So my older bro and I were building sweet snowman in my drive way, we used to make them right in the middle so ppl would have to run them over to get to our house. So its getting dark and my stomach starts hurting and I'm super afraid of the dark. And the being scared part added to my tummy rumble. we have a really long driveway, and I didn't want to be attacked by an animal. I start freaking out and my older bro won't walk me to the house. It gets super cold, And my body is on fire. My little body can't contain the upset stomach so I start crying and try to run home and each step is like a squishy awful warm mess. So i start crying more and every time my stomach clenches from crying I let it slip more. So i get to my house, stinky wet, crying, embarrased. I sneak in to my house and dumb the icky one peice into my bath tub and fill it up with water to try and hide the mess. My mom walks upstairs following a 'stink' and finds me crying naked on my bed........ I still haven't lived that down, because I got in trouble for pooing in my pants.