I had been bullied in the Boys Room when I was in 1st Grade. So when I needed to pee, I had a great amount of fear about going in there. So I did the only other thing I could, and pissed my pants. I had to go, and I didn’t want to get beat up. As we filed back into the classroom my Teacher noticed my wet pants and took me aside and asked what had happened. I said it was an accident. The office called my Mother to bring a new pair of pants. She did. I never felt it necessary to piss myself again. Not sure if I used another Boys Room or what. That had long ago faded. There are just some memories that have no ending.