When I was I think 15 -- that's still a kid, isn't it? Well, anyway, when I was 15 I was playing in the snow with my first real girl friend. It was dark and nearing eight o'clock, and we had been playing all afternoon. I knew it was time to walk her home and go home, myself, so we set off. Boy, did I have to pee! I like the feeling of having to pee, and sometimes peed in my pants just for fun, but I'd never wet myself truly accidentally. As we were coming down the hill to her apartment, I slipped on some ice and sat down hard. Immediately I felt warmth spreading between my legs, and knew I was peeing my pants. I got stopped, and the damage wasn't too bad, especially since it was dark. I got up and we walked on, and it was then that I made my mistake: I told my girl friend what had happened. She started laughing, and that got me laughing, and my pants were wet already, and it was cold, and I just lost it. When I grabbed my crotch, she knew what was happening. She clasped her hands to her mouth and her eyes got wide. I knew what she was seeing in the dim street light: A dark stain spreading down the inside of my pants legs, filling my snow boots, and yellowing the snow at my feet. She was cool about it -- so I thought -- until the next day when the whole school knew. On top of that, when I got home, my wet undies were nearly frozen to my privates, and I was chapped and raw for a week.