Someone mentioned a potty training permit in one of the other threads.   That gave the idea for this story... I don’t recall going through the process of toilet training.    I do remember afterward when I got my new government ID proclaiming that I was trained.   My card allowed me to get into bathrooms unescorted.   I felt so grown up.   Other than that, I hadn’t given it much thought.   I remember my brothers and sisters getting trained.   First, they wore diapers and then training pants, a