Fond Poop Memories of Childhood
I remember it like it was yesterday. The 80's. I was a kid at Pine Crest
Day Camp in South Florida. In the event you don't live here, I'll explain.
South East Florida is rich, REALLY rich! These yuppies need some place to send
their kids to school, so -- for the small fee of $30,000 a semester -- you can send
your kids to Pine Crest, with an olympic-size swimming pool, a lake, two cafeterias,
multiple athletic fields, a marina, 10 or more snack bars, a multiple computer
labs with game systems, two stadium seating movie theatres, a couple fountains, a waterpark
with 6 water slides, a bike track and amusement rides, and 3 playgrounds.
Well, anyway, I had a friend who, one day, decided he wanted to go for a walk. We
went over to a water slide under construction, and to a peice of track on it's
side. He then proceeded to pull down his pants, and poop on it.
Ok, job done
right? No. He ran and got a counselor, and took him to the spot! He said, "look, I
think a big dog pooped!" and walked away, never wiping.
Some time in another year, I was
holding in a big one in art class (in camp, which was cheaper then school, I never
went to school there) and the pressure got too much, RIGHT IN CLASS!!! Diarrhea!
The teacher yelled, "OH MY GOD!!! WHAT IS THAT SMELL???" The area was evacuated.