Yes indeed. It was the only enema I've ever had as a child.
I must've been 4 or 5 years old. I remember I was sitting in the toilet trying to poop and I couldn't do it. My mom was around and she told me to keep trying. I remember straining and telling her I can't. She made me stand and brought this light blue plastic potty with a butterfly on it, which I hated. (I remember going to the house of this lady who was a friend of my parents with my dad, to get this potty. I hated it immidiately and the lady showed it me and said mockingly: this is for you!!)
Well she made me try on the potty, I tried to push while my mom was standing in front of me, and I was saying to her I can't! She seemed worried and I wanted her to help me.
Next thing I was taken to our kitchen, my dad brought this white and green box and put it over the fridge. I rememeber having this odd feeling.
My mom sat on an old couch (it was a big old kitchen with dark old furniture) dropped my pants and put me over her lap. I felt the panic and started to cry and squirm, my dad came closer, and then I felt my cheeks being spread apart and then a stinging pain behind. I started to kick and scream. My mom held me firmly and the liquid started going in, burning like hell.
After that I just remember running away from the kitchen looking for our maid to comfort me. I had this huge feeling of betrayal, humiliation and failure. I can't remember anything else, maybe I expelled the enema I don't know.