Name: Urson
Ages: 6
Current Age: 37

When I was young, around 7, and in 1st grade, I went to a daycare 
center called Candy Cane College. My mom (divorced from my no-good 
father) worked during the day so my brother and I had to go to the 
daycare. At the daycare, they had a large outside play area, which 
included two swing sets. One swing set was for the very little kids (4 
and under), the other was for everyone else. One day during the summer 
of 1975 (my birthday is late in the year), a bunch of the school-age 
kids were outside playing while the preschoolers and babies were taking 
naps. I wanted to swing, but the "big kid's" swing set was full, and 
nobody wanted to share, so I went to the "little kid's" swing set and 
started playing on it. I was swinging for a while when one of the 
"teachers" (a lady who watched us kids) came out and told me to stop 
playing on the "little kid's" swing set, so I got off.

About an hour later, after lunch, everyone went outside again, and 
again, the "big kid's" swings were full, so I went to the "little 
kid's" swings and played there, forgetting that I wasn't supposed to. 
Sure enough, the "teacher" came out and told me that if she saw me on 
the "little kid's" swings again, she would treat me like one of them. 
Now, something you need to know, my mother already knew about my diaper 
desires, and was dead set against her oldest child going back to 
diapers and babyish behavior, so I saw this as my big chance. I waited 
for a few minutes, until the "teacher" went back inside, then I got 
back on the "little kid's" swings and started swinging. Not long after 
I started, the "teacher" came out. I pretended not to hear her coming 
up behind me. She yanked me (Yea, they did things like that back then) 
off the swing and dragged me inside the center. The next thing I know, 
I'm getting a lecture about listening as she puts me on the changing 
table and pulls out one of the large disposables, (Pampers, old style 
with tapes). Before I can get a word in edgewise, she's got me diapered 
and sitting in the playpen with the babies, OUTSIDE!! Being 7, I didn't 
think ahead and realize that the other kids would see me in diapers, 
nor did I think about what my mother would do when she came to pick up 
my brother and me. I was never so embarassed.

The other kids teased me for the rest of the time I went to the daycare 
(2 more years, though it felt like 20 to me). My mother was steaming 
mad when she came to pick us up at 4pm. She hauled my butt out of the 
playpen and grabbed my brother (4yrs old at the time). All the way home 
she yelled at me and swore that I'd regret my decision. That night, she 
left my brother and me at our grandparents, along with a bag of diapers 
and instructions to treat me just like I wanted, as a baby. The next 
morning, our grandmother dropped us off at daycare, also with 
instructions to treat me like a baby. That was one of the worst days 
I've ever experienced. Again, I was teased, and taunted all day long, 
and I had to take a nap with the babies, in a crib! By 4pm, I was ready 
to give up diapers forever (though I now know I couldn't have done it). 
Mom came to pick us up and in the car was a baby seat that mom had 
borrowed from a friend. When she got us home, she took me upstairs and 
into her bedroom. Next to her bed was the crib that my grandparents 
normally used when my cousins visited (I'm the oldest of the 
grandchildren, my brother is next). My mom told me that for the rest of 
the week (about 3 days) I would be a baby and she would make sure that 
I never forgot how embarassing it was to be a 7yr old baby.

After that week, I was a whole lot more careful about how and when I 
decided to act out my fantasies. My mother found me out a few times 
after that week, but never repeated the punishment again, usually I 
just got yelled at. Well, that's my tale of how I spent four days as a 
baby, at age 7yrs old.

Urson