Posted by WeeKiwi on September 20, 2000 at 22:58
In Reply to: How did you find watersports? posted by Getting started on September 20, 2000 at 09:41
It was a long time ago. I often wonder if this is the seminal incident.
I went to a school where once a week there was a school mass. Bells and smells, the whole bit. It probably lasted about an hour, although to us little primmers, it seemed like the whole morning.
It was at the point well into the service, when the priest was raising the host. There was a chime of bells, and as the sound died away, there was another tinkling sound carrying on. I looked over the top of the high-backed pew into the one in front, and off to the left a bit, I could see a little girl standing there. Dressed in the blue school uniform of the time, with white gloves and a panama hat, she had the litany in one hand, and the other hand thrust between her legs. A large wet patch was spreading down the front of her dress, and dripping off the hem, forming a little pool around one shoe. She carried on singing and did not seem too upset. Then we all sat down.
The next time we stood up I could see a large wet patch on her bottom where her wet pants had soaked through. Evidently I was not the only one to see this. There was a lot of whispering and word got back to one of the nuns. The nun got up and came to me. (Why me, I have wondered all my life!) She bent down and whispered to me to slip out to the church office and get some newspaper for the girl to stand on, to blot the pee up off the floor. I was told to wait till the end of the service and then to dispose of the paper. This I did. I remember being surprised by the increase in the weight of the paper when I went to throw it in the incinerator. I also remember the heavenly smell..
I was called upon a few other times to do this when there were accidents in the classroom. Unfortunately I cannot remember the details of any of these incidents, even whether they were boys or girls. I guess the real interest had not then arisen.
We used to have to travel by bus to the dentists once a month. A harrowing experience for a wee kid, in the days of treadle drills and hard wooden seats. I can remember seeing several girls on different occasions with wet patches the shape of a keyhole at the back of their dresses. Once,in the bus on the way there, I remember seeing a yellow river making its way from the back of the bus to the front, and finding out later that a girl in my class had wet herself at the back of the bus.
Once, as we got off the bus and walked into the school, I saw a girl from a lower class stand over the gutter and pee her pants, then run into school.
Not quite on the subject, I know, but nevertheless a true one. I'd like to hear more, better ones.
Cheers..WeeKiwi..