I know I'm not the only one that has a few of these. How could you go through 6 years (maybe more if you flunked or were held back

) and not have stories to tell?
The story must be true and it must have happened while in Elementary school.
I'll go first:
In second grade, I sat next to a guy named Kimo. Kimo was always jittery but generally a nice guy. Anyway, we were in a portable building that year so the restroom was located inside the classroom. Well, Kimo kept raising his hand and the teacher just ignored him. Then, someone told a funny joke and he peed his pants right there on the spot.
I sat next to Kimo so I got caught the sight and the smell almost immediately. Poor kid, I had never seen a puddle that big before.