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In my short 17 years of my life, I have had many embarrassing experiences. I hope no one reads this blog that I’m about to type because I am embarrassed to write about these experiences I have faced, and if you are reading this do not judge me for what I am about to write, because I would not be writing about this if I didn’t have to get a good grade in Online Publishing. When I was just a little guy playing Pee-Wee football, I was hit with a tragic experience. It was my first year ever playing football and I had just ate a big dinner before football practice. I was just a little guy 6 or 7 years old, keep that in mind. I was a shy kid when I was little and kind of kept to myself while practicing because I didn’t really know anyone on the football team. We were warming up for practice and I just had this sick feeling in my stomach. My stomach felt like it was twisting and turning a million miles an hour. I didn’t know whether I had to burp, let out some gas from downstairs, puke or go number 2. Thinking the best of the situation being the optimistic person I am, I thought I would just have to burp or release some gas from the basement. I started forcing a ton of burps out and everyone thought it was funny so I kept doing it. I then had the urge to let some gas out of the basement and since everyone was laughing at my burps I decided no big deal let it rip. Well I let it rip and my stomach was fine after that and we all shared a good laugh. I didn’t think anything of my previous action and I sat on the ground and felt a mushy feeling in my pants, it was so embarrassing. I told my coach and he laughed and said “That a boy racing stripes go to the bathroom and clean yourself up” jeez, I will never forget about this day, and to this day my Pee Wee football coach from 10+ years ago still won’t let me live what happened down, he is always greeting me with “what’s up racing stripes? “ Do not judge me.