Golden
I went to a different Jr. High than everyone else in my neighborhood. This is because I wanted to take French Immersion. It's not that the local Jr. High didn't have a French Immersion Program, but rather, they didn't think I would cut it. My parents thought I could, so we visited the next Jr. High over, and convinced them to let me in.
Fortunately, a bus driver for the school lived just up the street from me, so I would meet him and his bus just as he was leaving home, and take the long bus ride to school, and then back after school.
One day, at the end of school, I really needed to piss, but if I took the time to do that, I would have missed my bus. So I decided to hold it. I squirmed the whole ride home, and when I was let off, I walked as fast as I could to my grandmother's house. I always went there after school, but it was also closer. By the time I reached her driveway, I had one hand on my crotch, pinching to keep the urine inside. Unfortunately, halfway down the driveway, even that wasn't enough. I pissed myself as I walked down the driveway to my grandmother's.
My Aunt and Uncle lived upstairs, and when my grandparents weren't home, I would go in through their door. I couldn't do that on this day, and my grandparents weren't home. So I went down to the shed, built over the basement door and paced, trying to figure out what the fuck I was going to do.
I had those faded jeans that everybody wore back then, so not only was I wet, it was pretty clear that there was a yellow tinge to the wetness.
Eventually, my grandparents came home, and I almost scared them half to death, lurking in the shed as they came in with their groceries.
When my grandmother saw what had happened to me, she took me into the basement, gave me a pair of my grandfather's jogging pants and washed my jeans for me.
She asked a few questions, to make sure I was ok, healthwise, and then let it go. Didn't ever bring it up again.
Fortunately, a bus driver for the school lived just up the street from me, so I would meet him and his bus just as he was leaving home, and take the long bus ride to school, and then back after school.
One day, at the end of school, I really needed to piss, but if I took the time to do that, I would have missed my bus. So I decided to hold it. I squirmed the whole ride home, and when I was let off, I walked as fast as I could to my grandmother's house. I always went there after school, but it was also closer. By the time I reached her driveway, I had one hand on my crotch, pinching to keep the urine inside. Unfortunately, halfway down the driveway, even that wasn't enough. I pissed myself as I walked down the driveway to my grandmother's.
My Aunt and Uncle lived upstairs, and when my grandparents weren't home, I would go in through their door. I couldn't do that on this day, and my grandparents weren't home. So I went down to the shed, built over the basement door and paced, trying to figure out what the fuck I was going to do.
I had those faded jeans that everybody wore back then, so not only was I wet, it was pretty clear that there was a yellow tinge to the wetness.
Eventually, my grandparents came home, and I almost scared them half to death, lurking in the shed as they came in with their groceries.
When my grandmother saw what had happened to me, she took me into the basement, gave me a pair of my grandfather's jogging pants and washed my jeans for me.
She asked a few questions, to make sure I was ok, healthwise, and then let it go. Didn't ever bring it up again.
posted by deadwriter at 3:05 p.m.
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