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I still have some flashes of memory there, as my parents made a plastic wee wee and funneled water through it into a kiddy portapotty for my Grover doll. That said, I remember that doll far more than I remember actually doing the deed, which is more of a vague sort of maybe-memory.

I think we all pee and poo so much in our lives that it takes a truly extraordinary experience of one to stick in one’s mind. (I do have a few but I will refrain from sharing.)