In Elementary (Primary) school at some point, probably somewhere between 1st and 4th grade, we had to do some P.E. stuff. We were doing a variation of the shuttle run that day. We walk to the field and we see that there is a dog running free playing with the other kids and the birds around the trees.
Anyway, it's my turn to go. I didn't wear a belt that day, I had forgotten, so I took off running with on hand on the waistband of the pants. I was running, then I found a pothole in the grass. I fell forward instantly, however I was able to catch myself and turn it into a running somersault. Doing so, I had to let go of my pants, so they had fell, but I was quick to pick them up so they were down only for under half a second. I finished the run.
However, what I had not realized that when I rolled, I had rolled directly into dog feces, and it was around my underwear. It was terrible, people thought I crapped myself for almost a whole year before I got them to shut up about it. Even my parents (especially my father) thought it was absolutely hilarious. After a while I was able to accept the irony of it, but it sucked none-the-less.
