When I was little, probably about 8 or so, I would poop on the carpet outside the bathroom whenever my brother was taking a bath. My mom would come out and yell at the poor dog.

I also once locked the door to my room and pooped in a small plastic container. Then I had no idea what to do with it, I think I threw it over the fence in the back yard.

There was this girl that lived next door, she used to poop in our back yard while we watched, and sometimes I'd poop too.

In fact, when I was really little (like "learning how to write" age), I used to draw really complicated machinery designed to take poops away via belts and whatnot.

I have no idea why I was so obsessed about pooping. I'm an adult now and repulsed by scat porn and not overly anal retentive. I guess just one of those things....

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