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I **** my pants in second grade........nearly 45 years ago. I still suffer from PTSD !
I raised my hand several times trying to tell my teacher that I needed to go but she thought I was being silly. Soon, everyone knew I wasn't kidding.............
I'll never forget doing the walk of shame up to her desk. My underwear full of **** and the feeling of that stuff squishing around. The smell was horrific and I'll never forget the looks on the faces of my classmates.
Needless to say things went downhill from that point in second grade.

I **** my pants in second grade........nearly 45 years ago. I still suffer from PTSD !
I raised my hand several times trying to tell my teacher that I needed to go but she thought I was being silly. Soon, everyone knew I wasn't kidding.............
I'll never forget doing the walk of shame up to her desk. My underwear full of **** and the feeling of that stuff squishing around. The smell was horrific and I'll never forget the looks on the faces of my classmates.
Needless to say things went downhill from that point in second grade.