I was a very reasonable child. Have you ever seen the movie Matilda? I know you have!!! Well I was Matilda, the problem for me was there was no Ms. Honey, just me and a bunch of annoying children (Ive disliked kids ever since I was a kid, but I love babies they done talk back). I was a child with remarkable bladder control compared to my classmates. It seemed in kindergarten that everyone was pissing themselves, and it always happened at the same time. I remeber thinking tsk. tsk. about these poor children and their tiny bladders. All until one day when my best friend was waiting in line standing next to me and declared that she was going to: pee her pants. I calmly told her to think of something else! Hold my hand, count backward, anything, I really couldn't have her ruining her reputation. Despite my protests she gave in (quickly I might add) peeing on herself, then on me, and then crying and running away, ugh. How did someone else's bladder control problem become my own.
Fast Forward to Fifth Grade.
I NEVER urinated on myself in school, until I was so far beyond the age where kids did this anymore. I will never forget those poor lavender shorts.
Some stupid girl I dont remeber her name, decides she will look under the stall while im about to pee. The her even dumber friend looks over the stall, laughing "look at christina pee" great! So I am 9 and super self concious. This look at Christina pee thing goes on for far to long, where I am requesting teachers aide, because home girl needs to pee in private. But of course that never happens and I pee right through the lavender shorts, not sure why I did that but I think it was to make a point. I then return to class like nothing happened (classy lady I know) ending my 6 year reign as "Queen I dont piss myself in public". My shorts were completely dry before school ended by the way.
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