Memories of growing up

Hey folks,

Just a 20-something here with a vivid childhood memory to share. Growing up, my mom always insisted on Fleet enemas whenever it was necessary, and man, did I ever dread those moments. The whole process, from the enema itself to the bathroom visit that followed, was pure torture for me.

I know I'm not alone in this, so anyone else have similar experiences or tips on how they made it less horrible? Let's commiserate and maybe even find some humor in our shared past traumas.

Thanks for listening!

Justin