Here's my story. It started one hot summer day. I was 13 years old, as I recall. My brother and some of our pals decided to have a squirt gun fight. Well it escalated from squirt guns to water bottles. And then, I took control of the garden hose, and proceeded to hose down my opponents. Of course the hose was captured from me, and then the fun escalated into pails of water being tossed over each other. I ran round the corner with the hose in my hand, and was immediately ambushed by a 5 gallon pail of water. Now thoroughly soaked, I had to go real bad. I couldn't go into the house dripping wet, so I decided that no one would notice if I wet myself.