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halo2freak77@yahoo.com

    THE WORST SUMMER OF MY LIFE

    I am currently 23 years old. I was 4 years old when this started. It
    was a rainy and stormy night and I was getting ready to fall asleep
    when I heard a big bang. Ut was a thunder and lightning and a lot of
    wind. I got really scared and started crying. My mother came in and
    said, "What's the matter?"

    I said that thunder and lightning scared me. My mom said, "It will be
    all right."

    She started rubbing my back and I fell back to sleep. The next morning
    I was waking up and I was all wet. My pajamas were all wet and so was
    my bed. I just started screaming and crying. My mother came in and
    said, "What's the matter?" and I said, "I wet the bed." She got a
    little mad at me because I was just fully potty-trained not more than
    four months ago and never had a problem since then. She told me to
    follow her to the bathroom and she took off my pajamas and gave me a
    bath. She left and came back 10 minutes later and told me to come out
    of the tub and so I did and she had something in her hand. She toweled
    me off and took me into my room but my bed was gone, my underwear was
    gone. My room was turn into a nursery with my old changing table with
    diapers and baby wipes and my old crib. I asked mom what happened to my
    room. She said, "if you are going to act like a baby then I will treat
    you like one."

    She picked me up and put me on the changing table and I saw a diaper in
    her hand. I started fighting her and then she said, "If you continue
    fighting I will spank you," so I stopped and she got out my pacifier
    and put it in my mouth. She took the diaper in her hand, set it down
    and grabbed some baby powder and grabbed my ankles and put them up in
    the air and spread it all over my body. Then she grabbed the diaper and
    grabbed my ankles in the air and put the diaper (I think it was a
    Pampers size 6) under my bottom and taped the sides and then grabbed my
    old onesie and put it on me, and then put on my old sweatpants and a
    shirt and then picked me up and took me downstairs.

    My little brother, who is two years younger than me, was in his playpen
    and my mom had two highchairs over in the kitchen. I said, "Who is the
    other high chair for?"

    Mom said, "For you and your brother Matthew."

    My mom put me in with Matthew in his playpen and I started crying, and
    then my brother started crying. My mom put pacifiers in both our mouths
    and she made breakfast. My mom was ready for us and she picked up
    Matthew and put him in his high chair and then came over and picked me
    up and put me in my old one. My mom started with Matthew and then she
    came to me and fed me like I was still two years old with oatmeal and
    spoon-feeding it to me. When we both got done she gave us a bottle of
    warm milk and put us back in our playpen.

    When I got done I had to go potty and poop so I said, "mom can I go use
    the bathroom?" She said, "That is what your diaper is for." I tried to
    hold it in but couldn't and it came out so quickly I couldn't stop. My
    mom started smelling something and came over to Matthew first and saw
    if that was him and needed a diaper change; he was only wet. She then
    came to me and picked me up and smelled me and said, "Let's go change
    your diaper."

    So my mom got out the changing mat and set me down and took off my
    shoes then my pants and my onesie and untaped my diaper, and sure
    enough, it was me. My mom then went upstairs and got a dry diaper and
    baby wipes and came back down. She took off the stinky and wet diaper
    and hoisted up my legs and wiped my bottom. She put some baby powder on
    my bottom and then grabbed the diaper and kept my feet in the air. She
    put the fresh diaper under my bottom and taped it up and put my
    clothes. Then Matthew needed a diaper change and did the same thing.

    Then my mom said, "We are going out of town this weekend to see your
    father." My mother and father are divorced. So it became the day we had
    to leave and my mom packed a bag for me and Matthew and packed a diaper
    bag with diapers, baby wipes, baby powder, bottles with formula in it,
    pacifiers and my toys for the plane. My mom got everything in the car
    and my mother put my brother in car seat and me in my old car seat. We
    arrived at the airport and my mother parked the car and got out our
    stroller and got my brother out and put him in the stroller and got me
    out. She started to put me in the stroller when I started fighting and
    my mother was getting mad and responded upset. "We don't have time for
    this."

    Then I decided to behave and got in the stroller we walked into the
    airport. I pooped and wet my diaper before we could get to the counter.
    Then my mother took us both to the ladies' bathroom, got Matthew out
    first and checked to see if he needed his diaper changed. He was wet
    but she changed him anyway and put him in the stroller and gave him his
    pacifier. Then she took me out and put me on the changing table and
    there was a mother and a younger boy looking at us, but said nothing
    and she changed me into a dry diaper.

    My mom got the ticket and we got on the plane and the plane ride seemed
    long. If I remember correctly, it was two hours to Chicago. We got to
    Chicago and my dad was waiting for us. I ran to my dad and hugged him.
    He said, "I thought Michael was potty trained four months ago." My
    mother said, "He wet his bed and I guess he wants to be treated like a
    baby."

    Dad said, "Well, looks like he pooped and wet his diaper."

    Mom said, "Where should I change him?" and dad goes, "just wait until
    we get to the car; we can change him in there."

    We got to the car and dad brought me around back and laid me down. He
    took off my shoes and pants and undid my onesie and untaped my diaper.
    He said, "you are a stinky baby!" He grabbed my ankles and put them in
    the air and grabbed some baby wipes and wiped my bottom. He put some
    baby powder on me and then grabbed a fresh diaper and put it under my
    bottom and taped it up and put my clothes back on. He picked me back up
    and put me in my car seat and we went to his house.

    Dad got married after my mother and father got a divorce and that was
    when I was a year years old and his wife had just divorced him. He had
    custody of two of the four children, which were Connor, who was two
    years old, and Joshua, who was one year old. The weekend went great
    seeing my dad again, whom I hadn't seen him in a year and a half.

    The weekend was over and we went back home, but my mom was having
    second thoughts about my dad and called him up and said, "I want to get
    married again and give you another chance." So my dad said, "if that's
    what you want. Are you going to be home next weekend?"

    My mom said, "Yes, but we leave to go to the lake on Sunday for a
    week." He said he would have a two-week vacation from work starting on
    Friday so they both agreed. The week went by quickly and my dad showed
    up Friday afternoon. We decided to go to the lake on Saturday instead
    of Sunday.

    To be continued.

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