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Well, I will write a LOT of stories in here, so I would like to give you guys some introduction. When I was 4, I had my first babysitter; her name was Lisa. She was a kind, caring teenager. She was 17 back then. She once told me she loved taking care of kids, she thinks that kids are peaceful. Back then, I was easy to take care. I was not the kid with ADHD, I was not the kid that runs around like crazy. I rarely have accidents, either pee or poop. One thing that I am very bad at is holding my tears. I cried a lot back then, because I was a sensitive kid. A small thing would make me cry. I had no remembering of having ANY bed-wetting or messing up pants, so this is about my first accident. It was Saturday in Winter of 2005. It was 8:30 PM. Back then, my bed time limit was at 9:00 PM. I was watching Courage the Cowardly Dog in my bedroom. My eyes were heavy and was ready to sleep away. I had a little urge to pee, but I ignored it, since I was afraid I was not going to have the sleepy effect and not be able to sleep pass the limit of 9:00 PM. So I ignored and finally went to sleep. While I was sleeping, I remembered the dream exactly. I was in my room with my dad. He was reading Three Little Pigs for me. When suddenly, I needed to pee. So I asked my father if I can go to the bathroom. He then took my hand and walked me to the bathroom. Then I tripped, it didn't hurt, but in the dream I cried anyways. And when I tripped, I lost control of my bladder and just peed in my pajamas. I felt very embarrassed and started to cry again. Then I heard some noise, which proceeded to wake up. I scratched my eyes out of sleepiness, just to notice the wetness on the area around my pants. I then look down to see a dark spot on my bed. I then realized that I had peed (or wet) my bed. I started sobbing. I noticed my parents were out to work, so I walked slowly to my babysitter's room. She was making her bed, then she saw me walking inside her room. She was curious of why I came here, I remembered her saying "Hey! Little guy, why did you co-". She just stopped and looked down on me. She said "Aw, poor little guy. Here, let me change you." As she finished the sentence, I cried, once again. You can see how sensitive I was when I was 4. She carried me on her back to the bathroom. I was still sobbing, but less than a minute ago. She put me down on the bathroom floor. She unbuttoned by shirt, and took off my pants. I noticed the yellow spot on my underwear. She took my underwear off, and started the shower. She cleaned me up and powdered me. She took me to the my clothes closet, she let me choose the shirt I wanted. I chose the Spider-man shirt before she put it on me. I saw her taking out a diaper pack. I knew she was going to put it on me, and I didn't want to go back in diapers because I thought it was for babies, and I would get humiliated for it. So I said "No, no, no diapees!". She then said "Sorry, little guy, it's just for protection" before smiling at me and kissing me in the cheek. I didn't want to disobey, so I have to wear it. She took me to the living room, covered the coffee table with blanket, and lie me down on the table. Remember, since I put on my shirt, I was still naked on the lower part of my body. She hold my legs up, and put a diaper through my legs. I remembered that it was comfortable, and soft. Thankfully, she put pants on me too, so I don't have to walk around the home with only diaper. On that day, my neighbor friend, Ray, which was 6 back then, came to my house. We usually play hide-and-seek. I was the hider, I hide in my secret place, which was behind some kind of storage, that I wasn't supposed to go in because of the dust and the rats. I hid for about 2 minutes, suddenly a rat jumped out of no where. I farted, and squirted out a couple drops of pee, before it was uncontrollable and pee just came out. I then saw myself peeing in my pants. I was going to walk out, when I feel wet at my bum. So, I then knew I pooped my pants too. It was like "wet-fart" where you fart, but there's soft poop coming out, spreading all over your bum. I ran outside the storage crying, then Ray saw me. He caught me, but he saw me crying. I guess he smelled the poop, so he went to my back, and opened up my pants. He then saw the diaper and opened it up. I guess he saw the poop in my bum and my diaper, so he just suddenly said "You pooped your panties." Then he held my hands to Lisa (Ray already knows my babysitter) and told her what happened. Lisa just made a sad face, like when you're sorry for someone. She held my hands and walked me to the bathroom. I remembered sobbing all the way, non-stop. I just cried and didn't notice anything through the process of diaper change. Now the second accident happens in kindergarten (Lvl 2). I was learning in K2, when I was 5. I tend to have the same personality as I was at 4; Be a good boy, but cry a lot. It was Tuesday of Fall 2005. I woke up sleepily because of my Mom. My mom walked me to the shower and cleaned me up, before putting me on school clothes (I had to wear a uniform). I brushed my teeth on the way down to breakfast. It was a Kellogg Cereal with some milk. After I finished my bowl of cereal, my mom drives me to school as usual. -Cut to the 3rd class- I remembered being very painful. My hands were sweating, I was very cold. The teacher, I believe, made us do some group project, and let us sit down on the floor. I really wanted to help with the project, but the pain is just too much. I remembered crawling to the corner of the room, holding my stomach. When I reached the corner, I couldn't hold it anymore. The poop came out, and I felt very warm on my bum. I cried immediately. The babysitter of the class then came to check me out. She noticed what happened, I guess, so she said something with the teacher, and hold my hands to the Boys' bathroom. She took off my uniform, and made me sit on the toilet. I did go some more, I think I had a semi-diarrhea. I saw her cleaning my underwear. Then she walked out to get something. When she returned, she came back with red trousers. So that day, I had to wear my green shirt, and red trousers. It felt odd, and some of the kids noticed me because of it. When my mom came to pick up, she was surprised, because I rarely have accidents. She asked me "What happened?", so I told her "I pooped in my p-an-ties", and what do you know, I cried AGAIN. My, my, how sensitive I was. Then she took me home, and put me in diapers, just in-case. So, that's it of my compilation, part 2 will come out soon. If you have any comments or feedback, e-mail me to the e-mail below. Cheers.