Subject: ~A Fun Trip Shopping From: boychild1@aol.com (Boychild1) Date: 16 Oct 1995 05:54:36 -0400 Message-ID: <45ta4s$77d@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Hi every one! I went to Wal-Mart yesterday with my father. He knows I'm a bed wetter and use diapers at night, but he doesn't know I have learned to love wearing them. We came to the end of an isle, and had to yield to some people who were coming down the isle we were trying to turn on to. The first thing I saw was a big kid in the shopping cart. He was at least five feet tall, and maybe a hundred and fifty pounds. He was sitting cross legged in the cart, and looking at me with a small piece of paper sticking out of his mouth. The cart was being pushed by his parents. His dad has a big man, his mom a small lady in her early forties. They were not well off financially. I first thought nothing about it. We followed, walking behind them. It was then that my ever searching eyes spotted the diaper. It was on the boy in the cart. He was wearing a tight pair of sweats an a T-shirt. The boy, obviously retarded, was leaning over messing with his shoes, which made his sweats pull down about three inches below his belt level. Of course his shirt was pulled up some too due to the way he was leaning forward. His Depends briefs were sticking out about FOUR inches above his pants. I was just thrilled. The bad part was I had to act as if I had seen nothing for Dad's sake. Later I had to get something I had forgotten, and sense I was away from Dad, I made it a point to try to find the kid again. I went to the pharmacy hoping to find his parents buying him a pack of diapers. BINGO!!! I new it was a long shot but there they were. A big red bag of Depends Briefs under the basket on the cart. I will be able to see that image in my mind for a long time. Boy Child