recall a painful childhood memory of shaking a turd out pantsleg on the playground in gradeschool. managed to avoid detection but it was still troubling. now it's no big deal and i can do it full stride jogging.
According to my father who was watching me chase my brother in the back yard, I was maybe 5 or so.
I was chasing him, stopped dead in my tracks, pulled down my pants, squatted, dropped a big turd on the grass. Without hesitating I pulled back up my shorts and continued to chase my brother. My dad still laughs every time he brings it up.
I sort of take pride in that story.
Like a boss.
Thug life.