Blowout

It was a hot day on the play ground. I never much was for playing. I think I was one of those miniature adults. In fact, my cousin often complained that I was boring because I would much rather sit and listen to the adults then dress up in my grandma's clothes on put on "plays." This being said, I look back and find it very odd that I would be playing on the Merry Go Round. Such a childish adventure, but who can turn down the Merry Go Round!?!

I am really not too sure how it happen. All I know is that when I reached back to pick a wedgy, There were no pants to pull out. Yes, you read that correctly~ I had a huge blowout, leaving me only the extra sturdy strip of material right down the middle. Just as this came into play (things were beginning to move in slow mow), Heath, a very rotten classmate of mine, made the "blowout" known to everyone! Despite my efforts to be nonchalant, everyone noticed as recess began coming to an end.

Yes, my mom came with a pair of pants to bail me out of the situation, but the scars are deep and fresh!

Lesson Learned: I always check my pants for the backend.