A few days ago, I remembered and shared with Bob, this story of my Tunnel Episode when I was 10 years old.
In 5th grade there were 3 girls and 2 boys. My teacher took us on a hike up Pine mountain, which required us to hike the railroad track, across a trestle and through the tunnel... As we returned I needed a rest area and in 1954 that word had not been invented. We walked and walked and I was to embarrassed to say in front of the boys that I had to pee really bad.
I should have said something because when we got in the tunnel, my black pants were soaked when we came out the other side.. the good news was the pants were black and it could not be seen even though the swish, swish of wet pants was very audible. the second piece of good luck was just before we got back to the 3 room school, we passed my house. I was allowed to go in and change.
Talk about embarrassed? OH MY!