True Confessions

When I was probably about 7-8 years old, one of my friends was spending the night at my house, in the basement. For some reason (maybe we had been reading about vampires?), we were afraid to go upstairs. Or maybe we were just lazy.

So we took the easy/less frightening route and went to the back room in the basement, where our cat's litter box resided. We took turns squatting and peeing. Heck, the cat did it, why not us? Made perfect sense at the time.