When I was in 1st grade, I peed my pants in the middle of class. I don't remember it that well (I was only 6 years old). I remember my mom picking me up and taking me home early that day. At the time I thought "Wow, I sure am lucky mom needed me to come home early, today of all days."
REGARDLESS, one of two things must have happened:
I'd like to also note that I thought I "got away with it." Mom played it off like I must have sat in something wet. My teacher never acknowledged it to me.
It might be 29 years too late, but thank you Mrs. Moody and Mom for saving me from psychologically permanent embarrassment damage.
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