This one is mostly just copied from and entry in the "Getting to Know the Community thread": So this took place sometime during third or fourth grade. I overheard some of the guys in my class talking about sneaking their dad's issue of sports illustrated swimsuit edition and bringing it to school. This was well before I had any interest in girls or anything like that so I had no idea that would be a cool thing to do until they mentioned it. Newly enlightened, I got home from school and cut out a bunch of little pictures of women in lingerie and swimsuits from some catalog, glued them onto red construction paper, and stapled it together like a book. The next day I brought my sexy creation to school and stuffed it in my desk to show to the guys later. I was notorious for having a messy desk, but that was something that was more or less your problem as a student, teachers rarely interfered. So it was very much to my surprise upon returning to class from a break to find my desk empty and the contents (homegrown swimsuit issue included) piled on top. This must have been around the time Who Framed Roger Rabbit came out, because I remember spending the rest of the day trying to explain to everybody how I had been framed. Haha, LAME! But pretty funny too.
This next one wasn't as embarrassing but it has a kind of funny twist. When I was 11 or 12 my mom had enrolled my younger sisters and I in this Chicago Park District summer camp program called "kid's night out" that took a group of kids out to a different event every other week. This week was a trip to see the Ringling Bros circus, so bunch of the kids from the neighborhood grouped up at my house to get picked up by the bus. I was killing time in front of my house with a small group when Valerie, a girl around my age who I mildly disliked, walked out from inside my house. The moment she did, this little douche ass brat, who I didn't even know, points at me and yells to her "he told me he likes you!" Asshole. So she just blushed and walked back inside, and then made googly eyes at me the rest of the night. It's pretty trivial, but it happened at that age when that kind of shit feels like the end of the world. So I did my best job of avoiding all contact with her for the rest of the summer, and it went well until I got an invitation to her birthday party, which happened to be a boy/girl party (OOOH....
Ok, one more. This is probably my earliest embarrassing memory. I was pretty young and still adjusting to potty training. I managed to recognize the moment just before I'd have an accident and ran to the bathroom to do the deed like a big boy. I stood in front of the toilet, pulled my pants down, did an about face, and plop! I was wearing my favorite underwear then too, which had Superman, Batman, and Shazam (lol) on the ass, and the turd landed directly in the bucket they created at my feet. Right on superman's proud face, he wasn't invulnerable to that. I remember just standing there crying with this dookie hammock strung up between my ankles until my mom came and helped me. It must have been pretty traumatic for me then to be able to remember it this clearly now.
Ok, now it's your turn. Don't make me do this alone...

