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