One day, when I think I was about 10 years old or so, I was in my backyard jumping on a trampoline with a friend. I really had to go poop, but didn't want to go inside because I was having fun. So we are just jumping around, and my parents are sitting around a table. My mom suddenly yells at my friend to go home and calls me over. She takes me over to the trampoline and makes me look at a small piece of poop that apparently has been jumping with us the past 10 minutes. My dad had to hose down the trampoline, and my family always joke about it.