The people have spoken! Well, some of them have. And they’ve got some pretty great stories. I’ve always wanted this blog to be a story-telling platform and that’s whats happening on this week’s From Toddler To Teen!

And ya know what, I’ll be honest. I’m astonished and grateful for all the support this series has been getting from you all. This week, I just don’t have it. The topic I planned on covering is deep and dark, and I don’t think I’m emotionally ready to tackle it. But when I do tackle it in the next few weeks, call ESPN, because it’s going to be a huge hit.

These tales come from some of the most creative, smart and inspiring people I know, and I’m so glad they are willing to share their embarrassing stories.

Jackie Seal, easily one of my favorite online personalities, had this to say about a childhood sleep over:

“I have long referred to this story as my most embarrassing moment. And it happened when I was about five or six which is completely ridiculous. I am sure more embarrassing things have happened to me since then, but my dad has NEVER let me live this situation down. Of course, at the time, I didn’t see why this was such a big deal. But now that I am older, it is a bit weird. I am a bit apprehensive to share this because, as I said, my dad still brings this story up. But in the spirit of your post and not giving a crap what people think, here it goes.

When I was in K-5, I had one really good friend and I was invited to her house along with another friend for a sleepover. Looking back, K-5 seems awfully young to have my first sleepover. Anyway, my memory of the whole thing is pretty cloudy. Except for one detail. I remember going to bed and sleeping on my friends floor in a sleeping bag when all of a sudden the heavens broke forth and the rain was coming down and the loudest clashes of thunder and brightest flashes of lightening were tormenting my sleep. I tried to be cool and just tough it out. I hated storms growing up and was upset that a storm was ruining my first sleepover experience. Full disclosure, I love them now. The storm was not letting up, so I did the only thing I knew to do. My little five year old brain just figured, well this is what I would do at home, so let’s go. I got up, didn’t wake up my friends, and walked into her parents bedroom and CRAWLED INTO BED WITH THEM! I don’t even think I asked. I just made myself comfortable and there I slept for the remainder of the evening.

So yeah. I have not told this story to many people. And when I have there’s always that one super nice person who says, “Oh! You were just a little kid. You didn’t know what else to do.” And then there’s always the mortified few, who like my father, think it is just the most insane thing ever. He still cracks up laughing anytime the story comes up and can’t figure out what possessed me to do what I did.

Here’s to not caring what people think.”

Someone I love and respect very much, Josiah Doron had the balls to share the funniest thing I maybe have ever read.

“I was 14 (yes, four-fucking-teen) and walking down a dirt road with my best friend, his crush, and my crush. We were all kicking rocks as awkward 7th graders often do on walks with their crushes. I had known that I needed to drop a deuce for at least a half hour or so. We were probably a quarter of a mile away from arriving at my house when the prairie dogging began. I had this dope pair of silk boxers at the time and was wearing them under my white-washed, ripped up, bootcut jeans.

I was listening to my friend’s crush talk about how her dog bit her and they didn’t have any bandaids so she wrapped a tampon around her arm. I laughed along and then thought innocently to myself, “What’s a tampon? It sounds intimate.” My friend, on the other hand, shamelessly posed the question out loud. The girls laughed and my crush began to explain.

I missed the entire explanation because I was focused on the sizable chunk of crap that had forced its way out of my anus and was now barely caught between the silk and my gooch. Of course within a few steps it fell quickly down to the frayed hemline of my jeans. As I felt it nearing my flip flop I spun around and kicked a rock as hard as I could. The rock and the turd flew down the road, and there was no distinction between the two. Nobody even thought to look twice. I thanked the Lord for a swift BM (bowel movement) and then returned to the usual fantasy of a potential first kiss in the tree behind my crush’s house.

To this day, I still don’t know what a tampon is.” Thanks Jojo.

If you liked theses stories, please consider sending me one of your own to share!