When I was a child of about 6
I was out playing on my bike with the other kids on the street when I suddenly felt the urge to poo. I was having so much fun that I really didn't want to go indoors to the bathroom. Luckily, the carpark we were playing in was backed onto by the gardens of the parallel street.

So I opened one of the gates, went into some poor bastard's shed and did a big poo behind the lawnmower.
( Kroney, Wed 23 Apr 2008, 17:49, Reply)