When I was five I s*** in a small trash can in my moms room. I had to go and all three bathrooms were occupied. I wasn’t going to s*** my pants. So I did what had to be done. And then I got into trouble like I didn’t tell anyone I had an emergency that they all ignored. To this day it aggravates me. That I got into trouble because I had to s***. I mean I could have s*** on the floor. And it wasn’t like it was my first choice.