Looking back at grammar school, First Grade makes me shudder. There were limited bathroom breaks... one being mid morning, the other mid afternoon. Of course, you could never break the line when walking back to class from the cafeteria either. Marching like little duckings all in a row, we would immediately take our seats upon entering the classroom.
At some point during the afternoon, I "peed" my pants, as I could not hold it any longer. I had been too busy having fun, surrounded by all my happy classmates to even realize how badly I had to urinate. Looking back, perhaps I was too intimidated to raise my hand and ask. After all, that would mean that everyone would turn around and look at me. I would be noticed.
I do remember quite vividly how the twins, Dorothy and Mary, laughed and teased me about it drawing attention not only to my indiscretion but also to my embarrassment and humiliation. To this day, whenever I see either one of them. they remind me of the incident. Will they ever forget?
As others laughed and snickered, Mrs Dockum remained her sweet patient self and escorted me to the girls bathroom, her arm atop my shoulder as we walked down the hall footsteps echoing on the linoleum. Helping me to dry my tears, wash my face and asking me to put a smile on was just her way telling me that she cared. That felt good. That I remember very well!