I was maybe 13 years old, and I decided to go for a run in the fields behind my childhood home (wearing white shorts, I might add). Mid-run, I realized that something didn't seem right. Sure enough, my period had started! I knew there was a Port-O-Potty in the field, as soccer teams would use the field to play games. I entered the Port-O-Potty with the intentions of cleaning myself and my white shorts, but there was NO toilet paper! I proceeded to grab a leaf from a plant nearby to attempt to fix the situation before running home in bloody white shorts. Boy, did I pick the WRONG leaf. Poison Ivy on the Vajayjay! This situation made for one hell of an interesting doctor's appointment.
-Anonymous