One of my earliest childhood memories occurred on a playground in summer camp. I was playing kickball and peed on myself at 2^nd base.

I was 8 years old, so I knew better.

I didn’t do it because I was engrossed in the game.

I didn’t do it because I had a bladder disorder.

I didn’t do it because I was vying for attention.

I did it because I was shy.

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