SamBamford
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I can recall being a nursery and dying for the toilet but too scared to ask, the teacher was a shouter and I was terrified of her. It was almost home-time so I'd be home soon and could go there. I didn't manage and soiled myself. Once home my Dad got the smell of me, put my clothes in a bucket and sat me in the sink. Grandma came and said 'Oh, what have you done with the poor little love?' and wrapped me in a towel and sorted it all out. Asked why I hadn't gone to the toilet I said I was refused by the teacher. My Dad shot off to school where she had luckily left for the day, I did tell the truth later on. Now time and memory got hazy with my Dad and he swears this was my brother and he has taken much stick for this over the years but really, it was me. Still not saying though.