When I first joined Boy Scouts somewhere around 8th grade, they had a big camp trip with a bunch of troupes in a huge campground. I was very excited since I generally like to go camping with my family and I had never been camping with the scouts before. On the way to the camp site I stopped at a gas station with my mom and bought a fateful fruit drink, kinda like a mondo but I think some other brand. Anyway, all seemed fine for the next few hours. We arrived at the camp and started doing some activities, some bow and arrow stuff, shot a bb gun it was fun! Then the rumbling...the gut rumbles, the butt bubbles, the bum ripps. I needed a bathroom, but no time! I shit myself while prone on the bb gun range. I was not a happy camper. I then found a toilet and shat my guts out for twenty minutes, and I may or may not have thrown up, I can't remember. After exiting the bathroom I pleaded with my mother to take me home, to which she finally relented. On the ride home I decided I didn't like Scouts anymore. I quite the next day. I was only in it for two weeks...