    FOURTH OF JULY

    	Three years ago we went to a Fourth of July picnic put
    on by my mom's company. This was a really beautiful July
    day, one of those days that was warm, but not too hot.
    	The park where they had the picnic was absolutely
    perfect for a Fourth of July. It had everything we could
    want for a picnic. There were softball fields, jungle gyms
    and woods. It was right on top of a big hill, which
    overlooked the entire area. The company chose the spot
    because you could see about three towns' fireworks show
    from the same spot.
    	We got to the picnic about three o'clock, a good six
    hours before any fireworks would go off, which left us a
    lot of time to play. I was eight years old and playing was
    one thing that I was really good at. I could always find
    some other kids and find something to do, especially in a
    park like this. It had everything and right away I found
    stuff to do.
    	I wasn't used to doing pretty much what ever I wanted
    to do, but this was the one day which it was possible. Mom
    and Dad figured the park was a safe place for me to play
    and so they didn't spend a lot of time worrying about me. I
    was also able to take whatever food and drinks I wanted
    from the cooler. The company supplied all the food and
    drinks, which meant I could have as much soda as I wanted.
    	There was also a lot of really cool food spread
    throughout the tables and it was pretty much carte blanche
    as far as eating it. I could eat all the cookies, cakes,
    cupcakes and water melon I wanted. I didn't have to ask mom
    if I could get another cupcake, I just grabbed one from the
    table. I also could just get another soda from the cooler
    when I was finished with the first one.
    	I kept drinking soda and eating throughout the
    afternoon. I especially ate a lot of watermelon. They had
    little watermelon balls that I could stuff in my mouth. I
    kept trying to stuff as many balls in my mouth as possible,
    which meant I ate a lot of watermelon.
    	The bathroom was just a little bit of a problem,
    because there was only one. The bathroom was not very far
    from the food, but clear on the other side from the woods.
    With all that soda and watermelon it didn't take very long
    for me to have to pee. Fortunately I always managed to find
    a tree and didn't have to run to the bathroom. A few of the
    younger kids, about six, wet their pants, but none of the
    kids my age had any accidents.
    	Pooping was another problem. About five o'clock I felt
    like pooping, but didn't want to run across the park to go
    to the bathroom. We were playing Hide-and-Go-Seek and I had
    a really cool hiding place. It was right in the bush where
    no one could see me. Getting out meant getting caught and I
    didn't want to miss any of the game.
    	I could feel pressure building up and so I decided to
    fart. I figured farting would allow me to play some more.
    Almost before I started the fart I knew it wasn't going to
    be a fart. It was too late and everything came out. This
    was a really messy accident and it leaked out down my legs.
    	Unfortunately, just about the same time I pooped the
    seeker had spotted me inside the bush. He heard the
    accident and announced it to everyone else.
    	"Hey, he just pooped his pants. Gee, look at it, its
    all over the ground.."
    	Pretty soon everybody was all standing around me and
    laughing. I started to cry, even though I knew big kids
    don't cry. I just couldn't help it. Everyone was laughing
    at me and it only got worse when I started crying. Finally
    one of the older girls came to my rescue.
    	Emily was thirteen years old and one of the few people
    at the picnic I knew. When Emily saw everyone around me
    laughing she came to the group. She shielded me from
    everyone else and said "Let's go get your mom."
    	Emily had a hold of my hand and we walked up to the
    softball field. It was obvious I had pooped my pants,
    because the back of my shorts were brown and poop had leak
    down my legs. I was dirty and still crying when Emily and I
    finally got to my mom.
    	Emily looked at my mom and said, "He had an accident."
    	Mom shook her head. I could tell she wasn't happy and
    didn't feel sorry for me. She had warned me about drinking
    all that pop and told me I might have an accident. Of
    course I didn't listen to her, because I was potty trained.
    I couldn't remember the last time I had pooped my pants, so
    I didn't think it was possible.
    	"Yeah, I can see." She sighed and then said "I don't
    know what to do now. We don't have any extra clothes for
    you to wear. I guess we are just going to have to go home."
    	It was at least forty minutes back to our house, which
    meant a really long ride in stinky pants. It also meant
    that our whole family would have to go and miss the
    fireworks. I didn't want that to happen, because my sisters
    would tease me forever.
    	I have two sisters. Rachel is two years older than me
    and Jenny is two years younger than me. Rachel and Jenny
    always gang up on me and try to get me in trouble. Rachel
    used to tease me about having to wear diapers longer than
    Jenny. Jenny was potty trained when she was two and done
    need to wear diapers after her third birthday. I still wet
    my bed and so I still needed diapers at night. In fact
    Jenny wore panties to her third birthday party, but I had
    to wear a diaper.
    	If we had to leave the picnic because I pooped my
    pants, Rachel and Jenny would never let it go. Rachel still
    brought up me having to wear diapers to Jenny's third
    birthday party and I knew this would be worse. I felt awful
    about pooping my pants and mom didn't help matters.
    	"Well, let me get everybody so we can home."
    	One of her friends from work heard mom say that and
    said, "We've got an extra change of clothes for Jeremy in
    our van; I think they would fit Mark."
    	"I think that might work. It sure beats having to go
    home. You don't mind?"
    	"No, I don't think Jeremy is going to need them."
    	I followed my mom and her friend to their mini-van. I
    really didn't know who Jeremy was, but I was relieved that
    he had some extra clothes for me to wear. At least that way
    we wouldn't have to leave the picnic and I wouldn't receive
    the wrath of my sisters.
    	Jeremy's dad opened the back of his van and gave mom a
    pair of shorts and T-shirt. He turned to my mom and said,
    "I don't have any extra underwear, but my boy's are wearing
    these." I watched as he handed my mom the folder diaper. My
    jar dropped and I began to pee right in front of those two.
    	"Actually I think that's better. Thank you." Mom told
    him and she watched me wet my pants.
    	He got out a pad, wipes and powder to give to my mom.
    "You can clean him up right here and then just put
    everything in the van." He handed mom the stuff and left us
    in the parking lot.
    	Mom put down the pad and then told me to lie down on
    it. I immediately began to protest. "You can't do that. I'm
    not a baby. Don't make wear a diaper." I was squirming
    around making sure mom couldn't get her hands on me.
    	Finally she put both hands on my shoulders and pinned
    me down. She looked me straight in the eyes and with a very
    forceful voice said, "Settle down. You did this to
    yourself. I told you to be careful, but you didn't listen.
    Now you have to wear a diaper." I tried to squirm out of
    her hold, but she held tight. "I'm going to count to three.
    If you're still squirming when I finish I'm going to spank
    you and then you won't have any clothes over your diaper.
    You'll have to stay in the play pen with the other babies.
    One------ Two----- Th" I could tell she was serious and so
    I stopped struggling before she got to three.
    	Mom cleaned my legs with the wipes and then powdered
    my butt. After the powder, she put the diaper on me. The
    diaper was tight and crinkled a lot. Mom helped me into my
    shorts and then sent me back to play. As I left, mom said,
    "Come and get me if you have to go potty."
    	I went back outside to play with the kids. At first I
    was a little worried that everyone would tease me, but
    there wasn't much they could say. They had already said
    everything they could and soon I was back to playing Hide-
    and-Go-Seek.
    	I knew that the diaper was just in case and I was
    supposed to tell my mom when I needed to go to the
    bathroom. I initially tried to do just that, but it soon
    became difficult. I couldn't drop the diaper low enough for
    me to pee out of it, which meant I had to run across the
    park and get my mom each time I needed to pee. It was
    humiliating. The first time I had to pee I left the woods
    and walked all the way across the park. I found my mom and
    said, "Mom, I need to go potty."
    	I had to walk into the women's bathroom with her. I
    didn't fit on the table they used to change babies, which
    meant I had to lie on a bench that was in the bathroom. Mom
    undid my diaper and I peed in the toilet. After that; I
    went back to the bench and she put my diaper back on me.
    The whole process was humiliating and took for ever.
    	The second time I needed to pee I decided not to waste
    my time and just go in my diaper. After all, that's why I
    had the thing on. I might as well use it. I peed straight
    into the diaper and it felt so nice. Initially the pee
    gushed around the diaper, but soon it was absorbed and I
    couldn't tell that I was wet.
    	I wet a few more times during the picnic and about
    8:30 mom got concerned. I hadn't gone to the bathroom since
    six and she figured I had either wet my diaper, or was
    getting ready to. She called me over and asked "Do you need
    to go potty?"
    	I hated being asked whether I had to go potty and so
    ignored her. The second time the question was more direct
    and I told her that I was fine. I had just peed in my
    diaper and wouldn't have been able to pee for her anyway.
    She came over and stuck her hand in my diaper and grew
    livid.
    	"This diaper is soaking wet. How many times have you
    peed in this diaper?"
    	"I don't know."
    	"Well, if you want to use diapers like a baby, than
    you are going to be treated as one. Come with me."
    	She borrowed another one of Jeremy's diapers and we
    went into the women's bathroom. She changed my diaper in
    front of everyone who was in the ladies' bathroom,
    including Rachel.
    	"Mom, why is Mark in here?"
    	"Well, your brother decided that he wants to wear a
    diaper like a baby. So now I've got to change his little
    diaper."
    	"What?"
    	"Did you see him poop his pants this afternoon?"
    	"No, but I heard some kid really messed his pants. Was
    that Mark?"
    	"Yeah and we had borrow some clothes from someone. His
    boys are wearing diapers, so I put Mark in one as well. I
    told him to get me when he has to use the potty, but he
    decided to pee in the diaper instead. Now, I'm putting
    another diaper on him."
    	"Is he going to have to wear a diaper at home?" Rachel
    asked with a touch of eagerness. She loved the idea of her
    little brother needing diapers, especially when Jenny was
    dry.
    	"Oh, yeah. I'm afraid Mark is going to be in diapers
    for quite awhile. Maybe when he decides to be a big boy
    again I'll potty train him, but I'm not making any
    promises." She turned to me and said, "I hope you like
    those diapers buddy, because you stuck with them now."