My only public pooping accident...

It happened when I was pretty young. I don't know exactly how old, but we were on a family vacation and we had stopped at Carlsbad Caverns. it was super-cold freezing outside, with the wind chill it was around 40º below zero outside my dad later told me. motorhomes and semi's were being blown over b/c it was so windy. mom had me wear my sister's cotton tights (I resisted with great enthusiasm, at least verbally, though I was secretly very excited!) and many layers of clothing on top. once we got inside it was a comfy 70º, and my mom studiously carried everyone's coats. I look back now and truly realize what a saint my mother was in so many ways, rest her soul. (that's another story... I learned to run a backhoe in order to bury my mom.)

anyway, we had been walking for a little while, when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I just started pooping uncontrollably, and it wasn't anywhere near solid. it ran down my legs and made a big mess. my father, of course, went beet red and his veins popped out of his forehead and he got all angry like he always did when we did something wrong. dad was always super angry about us hurting ourselves or creating any sort of problems/situations. mom would assume a sheltering role with an attitude of humility and subservience and gentle soft spoken words. I think I was more scared of my dad than I was about messing my pants, but it was certainly an experience I'll never forget.