I have only ever shared this dirty deed with the thread of my life S. Well here we go, excuse the excuses.
I was young, it was dark, I was scared, the toilet was outside, there were spiders, I was ill, I shat the bed. My dad was big, very big, an eastend docker, in his world there were no mistakes!! Everybody feared his temper, and I do mean everybody.

I was panicking, what could I do? There was only one solution. Just how or why my little mind resolved my dilemma in this way, I have no idea.(No-I didn't attempt eating it) :shock:
I carefully picked up my no.2, sneaked over to my brothers bed, gently lifted his blankets and tossed it in with him.

No more
Well there you have it. Being young helps me to forgive myself (only 18 lol) I was 5/6.
So whats your childhood secret, we know you have one.

S&K.......