FOURTH OF JULY Three years ago we went to a Fourth of July picnic put on by my mom's company. This was a really beautiful July day, one of those days that was warm, but not too hot. The park where they had the picnic was absolutely perfect for a Fourth of July. It had everything we could want for a picnic. There were softball fields, jungle gyms and woods. It was right on top of a big hill, which overlooked the entire area. The company chose the spot because you could see about three towns' fireworks show from the same spot. We got to the picnic about three o'clock, a good six hours before any fireworks would go off, which left us a lot of time to play. I was eight years old and playing was one thing that I was really good at. I could always find some other kids and find something to do, especially in a park like this. It had everything and right away I found stuff to do. I wasn't used to doing pretty much what ever I wanted to do, but this was the one day which it was possible. Mom and Dad figured the park was a safe place for me to play and so they didn't spend a lot of time worrying about me. I was also able to take whatever food and drinks I wanted from the cooler. The company supplied all the food and drinks, which meant I could have as much soda as I wanted. There was also a lot of really cool food spread throughout the tables and it was pretty much carte blanche as far as eating it. I could eat all the cookies, cakes, cupcakes and water melon I wanted. I didn't have to ask mom if I could get another cupcake, I just grabbed one from the table. I also could just get another soda from the cooler when I was finished with the first one. I kept drinking soda and eating throughout the afternoon. I especially ate a lot of watermelon. They had little watermelon balls that I could stuff in my mouth. I kept trying to stuff as many balls in my mouth as possible, which meant I ate a lot of watermelon. The bathroom was just a little bit of a problem, because there was only one. The bathroom was not very far from the food, but clear on the other side from the woods. With all that soda and watermelon it didn't take very long for me to have to pee. Fortunately I always managed to find a tree and didn't have to run to the bathroom. A few of the younger kids, about six, wet their pants, but none of the kids my age had any accidents. Pooping was another problem. About five o'clock I felt like pooping, but didn't want to run across the park to go to the bathroom. We were playing Hide-and-Go-Seek and I had a really cool hiding place. It was right in the bush where no one could see me. Getting out meant getting caught and I didn't want to miss any of the game. I could feel pressure building up and so I decided to fart. I figured farting would allow me to play some more. Almost before I started the fart I knew it wasn't going to be a fart. It was too late and everything came out. This was a really messy accident and it leaked out down my legs. Unfortunately, just about the same time I pooped the seeker had spotted me inside the bush. He heard the accident and announced it to everyone else. "Hey, he just pooped his pants. Gee, look at it, its all over the ground.." Pretty soon everybody was all standing around me and laughing. I started to cry, even though I knew big kids don't cry. I just couldn't help it. Everyone was laughing at me and it only got worse when I started crying. Finally one of the older girls came to my rescue. Emily was thirteen years old and one of the few people at the picnic I knew. When Emily saw everyone around me laughing she came to the group. She shielded me from everyone else and said "Let's go get your mom." Emily had a hold of my hand and we walked up to the softball field. It was obvious I had pooped my pants, because the back of my shorts were brown and poop had leak down my legs. I was dirty and still crying when Emily and I finally got to my mom. Emily looked at my mom and said, "He had an accident." Mom shook her head. I could tell she wasn't happy and didn't feel sorry for me. She had warned me about drinking all that pop and told me I might have an accident. Of course I didn't listen to her, because I was potty trained. I couldn't remember the last time I had pooped my pants, so I didn't think it was possible. "Yeah, I can see." She sighed and then said "I don't know what to do now. We don't have any extra clothes for you to wear. I guess we are just going to have to go home." It was at least forty minutes back to our house, which meant a really long ride in stinky pants. It also meant that our whole family would have to go and miss the fireworks. I didn't want that to happen, because my sisters would tease me forever. I have two sisters. Rachel is two years older than me and Jenny is two years younger than me. Rachel and Jenny always gang up on me and try to get me in trouble. Rachel used to tease me about having to wear diapers longer than Jenny. Jenny was potty trained when she was two and done need to wear diapers after her third birthday. I still wet my bed and so I still needed diapers at night. In fact Jenny wore panties to her third birthday party, but I had to wear a diaper. If we had to leave the picnic because I pooped my pants, Rachel and Jenny would never let it go. Rachel still brought up me having to wear diapers to Jenny's third birthday party and I knew this would be worse. I felt awful about pooping my pants and mom didn't help matters. "Well, let me get everybody so we can home." One of her friends from work heard mom say that and said, "We've got an extra change of clothes for Jeremy in our van; I think they would fit Mark." "I think that might work. It sure beats having to go home. You don't mind?" "No, I don't think Jeremy is going to need them." I followed my mom and her friend to their mini-van. I really didn't know who Jeremy was, but I was relieved that he had some extra clothes for me to wear. At least that way we wouldn't have to leave the picnic and I wouldn't receive the wrath of my sisters. Jeremy's dad opened the back of his van and gave mom a pair of shorts and T-shirt. He turned to my mom and said, "I don't have any extra underwear, but my boy's are wearing these." I watched as he handed my mom the folder diaper. My jar dropped and I began to pee right in front of those two. "Actually I think that's better. Thank you." Mom told him and she watched me wet my pants. He got out a pad, wipes and powder to give to my mom. "You can clean him up right here and then just put everything in the van." He handed mom the stuff and left us in the parking lot. Mom put down the pad and then told me to lie down on it. I immediately began to protest. "You can't do that. I'm not a baby. Don't make wear a diaper." I was squirming around making sure mom couldn't get her hands on me. Finally she put both hands on my shoulders and pinned me down. She looked me straight in the eyes and with a very forceful voice said, "Settle down. You did this to yourself. I told you to be careful, but you didn't listen. Now you have to wear a diaper." I tried to squirm out of her hold, but she held tight. "I'm going to count to three. If you're still squirming when I finish I'm going to spank you and then you won't have any clothes over your diaper. You'll have to stay in the play pen with the other babies. One------ Two----- Th" I could tell she was serious and so I stopped struggling before she got to three. Mom cleaned my legs with the wipes and then powdered my butt. After the powder, she put the diaper on me. The diaper was tight and crinkled a lot. Mom helped me into my shorts and then sent me back to play. As I left, mom said, "Come and get me if you have to go potty." I went back outside to play with the kids. At first I was a little worried that everyone would tease me, but there wasn't much they could say. They had already said everything they could and soon I was back to playing Hide- and-Go-Seek. I knew that the diaper was just in case and I was supposed to tell my mom when I needed to go to the bathroom. I initially tried to do just that, but it soon became difficult. I couldn't drop the diaper low enough for me to pee out of it, which meant I had to run across the park and get my mom each time I needed to pee. It was humiliating. The first time I had to pee I left the woods and walked all the way across the park. I found my mom and said, "Mom, I need to go potty." I had to walk into the women's bathroom with her. I didn't fit on the table they used to change babies, which meant I had to lie on a bench that was in the bathroom. Mom undid my diaper and I peed in the toilet. After that; I went back to the bench and she put my diaper back on me. The whole process was humiliating and took for ever. The second time I needed to pee I decided not to waste my time and just go in my diaper. After all, that's why I had the thing on. I might as well use it. I peed straight into the diaper and it felt so nice. Initially the pee gushed around the diaper, but soon it was absorbed and I couldn't tell that I was wet. I wet a few more times during the picnic and about 8:30 mom got concerned. I hadn't gone to the bathroom since six and she figured I had either wet my diaper, or was getting ready to. She called me over and asked "Do you need to go potty?" I hated being asked whether I had to go potty and so ignored her. The second time the question was more direct and I told her that I was fine. I had just peed in my diaper and wouldn't have been able to pee for her anyway. She came over and stuck her hand in my diaper and grew livid. "This diaper is soaking wet. How many times have you peed in this diaper?" "I don't know." "Well, if you want to use diapers like a baby, than you are going to be treated as one. Come with me." She borrowed another one of Jeremy's diapers and we went into the women's bathroom. She changed my diaper in front of everyone who was in the ladies' bathroom, including Rachel. "Mom, why is Mark in here?" "Well, your brother decided that he wants to wear a diaper like a baby. So now I've got to change his little diaper." "What?" "Did you see him poop his pants this afternoon?" "No, but I heard some kid really messed his pants. Was that Mark?" "Yeah and we had borrow some clothes from someone. His boys are wearing diapers, so I put Mark in one as well. I told him to get me when he has to use the potty, but he decided to pee in the diaper instead. Now, I'm putting another diaper on him." "Is he going to have to wear a diaper at home?" Rachel asked with a touch of eagerness. She loved the idea of her little brother needing diapers, especially when Jenny was dry. "Oh, yeah. I'm afraid Mark is going to be in diapers for quite awhile. Maybe when he decides to be a big boy again I'll potty train him, but I'm not making any promises." She turned to me and said, "I hope you like those diapers buddy, because you stuck with them now."