Around the age of 13 or 14, I was at a lake with my family. Me and my sisters were swimming around, having a good time, until I suddenly had to go number 2.
Unfortunately, the toilet was on the other side of the park and up a hill, so I had to hurry.
On the way, I was on the edge. And I started to wonder an odd thought for me at the time. I was curious if I could simply "go" in my pants, and then just walk to the toilet, cleaning it out there. However, every time I geared up to go, I saw someone coming the other way. I moved on.
Eventually, I made it to the toilet. I went into the stall, and just before I went, I noticed that I was still interested in going in my pants.
No one was here. I had my chance.
So, I did it. I went in my swimming trunks. And I loved it.
I don't know exactly what it was, but I loved the feeling of going in my trunks. I had a flood of excitement and joy from doing it. And when I was done, I simply cleaned it out and moved on.
From there led my years into exploring this concept, moving slowly from just pooping in plastic bags to actually buying diapers to even now seeing how long I can go without a toilet.
It's bee a fun ride, I can say.