Embarrassing seems to be my middle name...

Here I am, back with another fabulous childhood story. Now I apparently have the best embarrassing moments because they seem to just follow me wherever I go. This one, however, has to be the most classic.

There is a theme park called Lagoon in Utah. Now many would argue that it is not a good theme park and blah, blah, but that place was my childhood! And I love it. Every year my grandma Gould would take the whole family and it was a blast....every year it got better and better. Well, one of the traditions is to go on the ferris wheel. It is necessary and enjoyable. Well, we waited in line for a good hour this night to make sure we got on....by the time we got to the front I realized, "man, I gotta tinkle!". Considering I am really good at holding it and there was a sign that said it was only a 20 min ride, I knew for sure I could hold it that long.  With ease.

Well, we got on the ride and I hardly thought about my bladder. After a while we started stopping a lot to let people off. By the time I got to the top of the ride we sat waiting for what I thought was a little longer than usual. Well, we didn't pay attention too much and went on aughing and joking around with all of my cousins. Eventually the announcer came on and said, "ladies and gentleman...we apologize, but there are some technical difficulties and it is going to be about an hour wait."

"Oh well", I thought.  We were having fun we didn't mind too much and I knew I could hold it for a lot longer than I already had. Well, time went on and over an hour went by. The laughter grew louder, and my bladder holding skills became less and less.

Not hard to guess that I wet my pants.

I could TOTALLY handle that experience, but apparently there are drain holes in the bottom of the seats. Yes, you did read that right...holes. Urine+holes+high up above people = urine dripping on people underneath. I can't describe to you the horror.

More stories to come...