It was 1983, I was about ten and went on a school trip to Littlehampton where we all visited the amusement at the seafront and went on the Wild Mouse (mini roller-coaster) too. Then a group of us went into a mirror-maze where a few of my friends managed to find their way out fairly quickly but I couldn't and got a little panicky. Added to which, at the time, none of our group had visited the public toilets, and I was really dying for a wee. Tehn the worst possible thing happened, as I saw what I really thought was the exit, and frantically squeezing my willy through my trousers as I was almost at bursting point, I ran into a pane of glass (that I thought was the exit), and hurt my nose. Losing control of my functions, I released jets of wee into my white Y-fronts and by the time I managed to regain control, the front of my grey school trousers had a completely dark and sodden patch. Needless to say, everyone had a good laugh about it, but without any clean knickers to put on, I had a rather uncomfortable journey back home on the coach!