I guess, I was around 6 or 7 years went to a big family reunion at my mom's Aunt and Uncle's farm. There were family members there from all over the east coast. I was pretty excited about the whole trip, in fact, so excited that I skipped using the potty before we left. Once there I got to meet some cousins I'd never seen before, and it was a big farm, with cattle, hogs and lots of other things I didn't get to see in the city. Just before lunch time, I found that I needed to go to the bathroom(number 2). However, The old farm still used an outhouse, and Aunt Minnie had warned everyone, to watch out for spiders, and Blackie (a 5′ black snake) that liked to curl up in the corner. There was no way I was going in there. Just before lunch, my grandpa asked if I wanted to go for a walk around the farm to see the cows and stuff. Of course I jumped at the chance. We had gone past the barn and out to the back pasture to see the prize bull and were on the way back when my need for a number 2 went quickly from "I kind of need to poop" to "imminent poop release" I asked Grandpa if I could stop and poop in the woods. He told me that we would be back at the house in just a few minutes, and I could go then. AS we walked on further, Some gas was forced out and the pressing need to go eased a little. A few minutes later, almost in sight of the house, the pressure to poop came back, even greater than before. Now here is where I learned a valuable lesson. I thought to myself, Maybe if I fart again, I won't have to go as bad. I tried to fart, and if anything that came out into my pants was gas, the sound was totally muffled by the massive load of poop that filled my pants. I was so shocked by the event, that I just stopped and stood there as I pooped in my pants. I couldn't remember the last time I'd pooped in my pants, but I was fairly sure my underwear had been held on by pins on each side and covered by rubber said, "come on, Peter, we're almost there."I walked on, behind Grandpa, feeling the mush in my pants with every step I took. I was so ashamed of what I'd done, that I made another bad decision when we got back. Lunch was ready, and my place was set at the "kid's table". I guess, I must have thought that no one would notice that I'd had an accident in my pants, or I thought that it might somehow magically go away, but instead of going and telling mom I'd pooped in my pants, I went and sat down at my place to eat lunch. When I sat, my underpants could no longer contain their contents and it spread out into my shorts. I managed to sit there for several minutes, squirming around, trying to get comfortable before my mom came over and asked if I'd pooped in my pants? Of course I gave my standard answer for when I got caught doing something I wasn't supposed to do. "I don't know." "I think you have, come with me and lets see."My stinky deed was quickly verified and clean up was initiated. One problem, sitting in my mess had totally soiled my shorts and even gotten some on my shirt. Mom hadn't brought a change of clothes for me. After some consultation between momn, my Grandma and my Great Aunt, the decision was made that I would wear some on Aunt Minnie's grown daughter's old clothes from a storage trunk in the attic. I spent the rest of the day wearing girl's underpants and a dress. I don't know which was more embarrassing, crapping in my pants or wearing girl's clothes until we got home that night. But I did learn two valuable lessons: First and foremost. If you try to fart when you have to poop really bad, IT WILL NOT BE GAS! Secondly, once youve dropped a load in your pants, Do Not Sit Down! it will only make things worse.