This is exactly right.

Hello.

My story about poop is an embarrassing one, and one I am comfortable to share, but one that is embarrassing.

And like a lot of embarrassing stories, it happened when I was much younger.

I was in fifth grade at my first experience of staying away

from my parents with my school class. It was at an outdoor ed adventure in the woods where you do

ropes courses and team building exercises and you stay in a cabin. I remember being excited for it.

I remember having good friends in elementary

school. And I remember the first day going rather well where we were in the woods, playing outside.

The first night was a large like sort of cafeteria style lunch where we had, I don't remember

what the food was, but I sat with my friends. Everything was rather normal.

And then we took a long walk to, there was a planetarium attached to this outdoor ed facility.

And we were going to see a late night, probably like eight or nine o'clock, planetarium show.

And I remember walking with my friends talking.

And my memory is a little fuzzy at this point,

possibly for reasons to protect myself, but at a certain point during this walk, I think I attempted

to fart and poop came out. And then poop continued to come out. And at a certain point, I don't know what happened in my brain,

but I was okay with continuing to let poop come out

because there was really nothing I could do.

I was committed to going to the planetarium.

I was committed to seeing this through,

and I truly didn't know what else to do and I'd already

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