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I will share one from a long time ago because I have now recovered from the tragic experience. Near the end of first grade, I had never used a school bathroom. I had heard toilets flushing from all the way out in the hallway and that sound terrified me. I hated toilets that flush so powerfully. So... I never went to the bathroom at school. Usually that wasn't a problem. One day, however, my bladder had enough, and I peed my pants. It was just first grade so not a HUGE deal but for me it was.

Another story comes from fourth grade. I was SUPER shy. One time, an older girl sat next to me on the bus, I was in the window seat. When it was my turn to get off the bus, my shy little self was too scared to ask the girl to move so I could get off. Therefore, I stayed on until the whole bus route was finished and made the driver take me back to my stop. Yeah, pretty embarrassing. My plan backfired because I ended up having to talk to the bus driver who was also a stranger. Poor me.

One of my embarrassing moment was when I was in 11 th grade. I was walking to school with my classmate and he was a boy and i didn't see that the snow had turned into ice and i slip on it and bust my butt and i just started laughing when i knew it hurt. It was so painful.

When i was about to sit down in my chair and someone pulled my chair away and i bust my butt. I hate when people do that but it is funny actually when u see that happen to someone and their reaction.

Most kids want to feel adventure. They want to experience the world in new ways and through different perspectives. I was no exception. As a five year old, I was a pro at peeing in the potty for years, but i wanted adventure. Every day I would watch my dog lift up his hind leg and pee in the middle of the yard. I wanted to try it, but I had to wait for the golden oppertunity. One day I waited until my family was all preoccupied with the television, gathered up enough courage to try it for myself, and ran into the middle of the yard unclothed. I lifted up one leg with a smug look on my face and peed just like Lucky. I thought I was the most descreite kid in the world until I looked to my left. Out of the corner of my eye, while still in the crouched position, I see my 80 year old neighbor with a disgusted look on her face and a home phone in her hands. They were calling my parents and I was ordered back inside my house with my tail in between my legs.

@jubilantlyjudson: Wow, that's hilarious. Now that I think about it, I totally would see myself doing that as a kid if I had a dog. hahaha I wonder what your parents must have felt when they received that call.

In fifth grade, I transferred to a new elementary school, and I didn't really know my way around very well for the first few days. We were in the library working on some project, when I had to go to the bathroom really bad. Like pee-in-my-pants-on-the-spot kind of bad. The teacher sent me off to the bathroom, but I had some trouble finding it. Then, I remembered seeing a bathroom next to the staircase, and I quickly rushed over to the stairs, found the entrance and hurried in. Inside, I crowded myself into a stall and plunked on the toilet. On my way, I noticed two strange things:

1. Somebody was doing number 2 in the stall next door.
Now, in my experience, girls are pretty self-conscious and will only venture to do number 2 when absolutely alone in a public bathroom. And if somebody walked in while they were in the middle, they would immediately strain like crazy to hold it in or gently push it out to be as quiet possible. However, my current neighbor was unabashedly emitting all sorts of sounds--grunts, moans, wet juicy farts, you name it. Huh.

2. I didn't think about this as carefully because I was in such a hurry, but I could've sworn I saw a urinal in the corner of my eye when I entered. Being as wonderfully smart as I am, I congratulated myself on identifying a penis-toilet.

But it wasn't until I finished washing my hands and was on my way out that I met a little boy about half my height who stared at me with wide eyes. I stared back in horror and then tried to casually saunter away.

But, just to make sure, I waited around the corner for 5 minutes until I was sure he wasn't there anymore and went back to check the sign. Yep. I just went to the little boys' room.

And that's how I know little boys have no inhibitions about doing number 2.

@jubilantlyjudson... wow that's crazy. At least you can say you were brave enough to try something like that. You shouldn't regret it. No harm no foul... As a boy growing up, peeing in every bush and on the side of houses with friends was definitely an adventure. So I can imagine how you felt.

@Ella Loure... That's happened to me a few times. Though it was mostly because there was no clear sign and I wasn't wearing my glasses. Instead of panicking, I simply noticed how clean it was and the pink stall doors and left. Luckily there were never any girls in them at the time.

... My embarrassing moment came in 5th grade. In my elementary school we had bathrooms in every classroom. So in the middle of class I get up to do a number 2. While doing my business the office calls and says I had a doctor's appointment and needed to go home early. At first the teacher didn't know where I was, then someone mentioned I was in the bathroom. She was calling out things to me like, "Jonathan your going to be late for your appointment", "Hurry up", "Don't forget to wipe", etc... I continued my business for about 10 minutes so I could finish. WHAT AN EMBARRASSING TEACHER!!! RRRRR!!!

How Appropriate!!

I am at work and just went to the bathroom. Apparently I forgot to lock the door because one of our male nurses came strolling right in. It is one of those single person bathrooms with the toilet far in the corner. Of course with nurses being so busy, he strolled in and shut the door behind him before turning around. At that point he had locked us both in with me on the toilet and him getting a good eye full. To say I was embarrassed is an understatement.
Things are very awkward right now.

I've only told a few people this story :/
Roller coasters!!!!!
I absolutely love them! I will and can't ever forget the first time i went on one.

We were at Dorney Park, and looking up at people riding the coasters gave me butterflies, so i first headed to the waterpark, after a while of trying to avoid the rides, my friend dragged me to a line for a ride called, Steel Force, it resembled the traditional coasters, no loops, just ups and downs. we waited on line for about 1hour, because my friend insisted on us sitting in the front row, she said it's better that way.

From the moment i was strapped in, i started praying in my mind, I really thought i was going to die! :)
then the ride started moving slowly upward, i can still hear the 'tick tick tick' sound it made, it felt like forever, i felt sick, when i opened my eyes, the ride immediately dropped down!!! OMGosh i started screaming my head off, then i just wet myself. (i knowww) i don't know what happened, i just knew that i wet myself.
I was still in shock, by the time the ride stopped, i quickly grabbed my friend and told her we had to run, i then told her why.

It's ironic now, because i'm a roller coaster junkie! :)

I had a rather embarrassing moment the other day. I take the bus to work and school, and the other day out of no where I belched. It was load and I was not prepared to censor it. It just came out. I quickly clapped my hand over my mouth and clearly looked mortified. There was a mixture of laughter and disgust to the other people on the bus. I quickly apologized to those closest around me and tried to burry my head in my book. I was so embarrassed.... But I totally laugh at it now. But those poor people.. I hope it was something they could laugh about later too.

Embarrassing moments are quite hilarious to look back on. However, this story was not so fun when it first happened...

1) I was in 6th grade, and we were playing kickball outside (best game ever). It was my turn to kick, and this pitch was just beautiful. I lined up, swung my leg with all my might, and it connected with the ball, sending it soaring out of the 'park' (parking lot) and down a small alley-way. I was pretty much guaranteed a homerun, so I began to run around the bases, elated that I had kicked it that far.
Now, it was a gloomy day, and it had just finished raining. That normally wouldn't be a problem, except that the bases were just painted on the concrete. When paint gets wet, it gets extremely slippery. And, the overly intelligent 11-year-old that I was, I failed to recognise this property, and began to round second base. No sooner had I planted my foot down then my face slammed the concrete - I had no time to put out my hands to catch myself.
At this point, nothing really hurt, and I thought I just scratched my chin. So, in order to keep myself from looking like a wimp too my older 7th and 8th grade peers, I got up and started to run to third. In the process of getting up, I just so happened to notice that my coat was soaked with blood, and some had begun to pool on the concrete. At that moment, my chin started to hurt. So, I got the teacher who was on playground duty, and he took me to the school office through the doors that led to the place where apple pies for the school's fundraiser were being made.
Several stares and a phone call to my mom later, I arrived in the ER. As an intro to this part of the story, crying makes my face turn red and blotchy - it just looks like a mess. So, I get to the front desk, and the nurse inhales sharply and says 'Oh my goodness! What happened to your face and around your eyes?!'
I wanted to retort in sarcasm pointing out that my chin was the one dripping blood and gore, but my 11-year-old self refrained. My mom answered her, and I was just pushed into the next room and stitched up.
As a result, I now hate crying, and avoid it at all costs. And I never cry in front of anyone. Supid face. :-)

-Compositora