When I was a kid I was with some friends and we were playing in a tree house we'd built. I climbed down a couple branches, then jumped the rest of the way, like kids often do. There was a nail sticking out of the tree halfway down that caught my pants and underwear and literally tore them straight up the buttcrack. I had to run all the way home holding my pants together over my ass. I think I used mostly fields and trails, because luckily we lived in a rural area. Still mortifyingly embarrassing and it took years for my friends to let me live it down.
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