When Grandma was a little girl...My worst childhood memory...

My worst childhood memory …Story #3
(I hope my children remember to read these stories to their children.)
Well we all have them. Someday when you grandchildren are all grown and are adults, you will look back and there will be one moment that you will recall when you were a child and something happened you did not like.

It happened in 1st Grade…
I was so painfully shy when I was a little girl in school. It seemed like I was afraid of everything. I only recall having one friend in my class. I guess you could say we were labeled (yes-label means when you call someone a name) the two homeliest kids in our class. Homeliest meant you were ugly, not pretty at all. At the time I did not know why they called us names. Kids can be so cruel when then call kids names and make fun of them. Everyone does it, so they join in thinking it is cool to do that when in reality, it’s not cool at all. Anyway, my 1st Grade teacher was very strict. If we had to go to the bathroom, we had to do it while at recess. Well, this other little girl I was a friend with often smelled like pee when she came to school. Yes, she was a bed wetter. Somehow I felt sorry for her because no one would play with her. Well, because I played with her - no one would play with me. Sad, isn’t it, but true.

Well, here comes my worst memory---I had gone out to recess and forgot to go to the bathroom so when I got back to class, I had to go. Well I tried so hard to hold it. School was going to be out in half an hour and I timidly raised my hand. In front of the whole class my teacher asked me what I needed. I asked if I could go to the bathroom. She said, ‘No. You should have taken care of that at recess.’ I tried to hold it and finally I just couldn’t, so I peed my pants in class. I was so embarrassed. It leaked off my seat and down onto the floor and made a little puddle. Kids looked down and started to tease, ‘someone wet their pants!’ They saw it came from my seat. I had taken paper from my red Big Chief Writing Tablet and wadded it up and was stuffing it under my bottom so it wouldn’t leak, but it failed. The pee trickled down my seat onto the floor. I was soooo embarrassed and humiliated. To make things worse, the teacher ignored it. Then when school was out I tried to scoot along the side of the walls and outside so no one would see my wet pants. Kids laughed at me, pointed their fingers at me and I had to walk all the way home. Fortunately, a wonderful person by the name of Carol Thomas, who was in high school and lived behind my house, saw me and came to my rescue and walked by my side and scolded the naughty boys teasing me. I felt relieved and so thankful she came to my rescue. When I got home I was crying and my mother wanted to know what was wrong. I told her my sad little story and she hugged me and told me it was okay. But, I never - ever - wet my pants at school ever again!