Alright, I got some good ones. Storytime! I think I've written about these before, but I always enjoy sharing so think I'll have some fun with it this time around. For me, it was the result of a few different experiences.
The first happened when I was about 5. We had some guests come to the house with two kids, one who was about my age and one I think a year younger and needed diapers. I imagine most can already tell where this was going. One day while the parents were distracted, I think during dinner since it was dark, the other kid comes up with the idea to sneak into the guest room and try wearing his brother's diapers. Me also being a mischievous gremlin at the time thought would be the greatest heist of all time and agreed. So, we went in and found the bag and each took one. The thing is though, we didn't actually know how to put them on because of the tapes so we could only hold it in place. However, there wasn't much time since we could hear someone coming down the hall, and I manage to hide behind the door before it opened. I can't remember what was said, but my partner in crime's mom walks in on her son with a diaper in hand. She was, not very happy. She yelled and dragged him out of the room. Once I was sure they were cone I dropped the evidence, getting properly dressed before darting out. And that was my first experience, pretty simple but left an impression My other main encounter of the padded kind happened a little later when I was probably 6.
My parents were leaving for a day trip so they left me to my usual babysitter. It was all a bit last-minute and she was already helping with another house down the street so I had to come along. I got there and there were three other kids, though I'm pretty sure there was a fourth, a teenager I didn't meet since they were off playing video-games or something. The others were around my age, 3, 5, and 6-7 maybe. I never saw the youngest kid though, can't remember why. So, it's mainly just me and the two others. The whole thing starts off pretty normally. We start playing with some toys, dinosaurs, action figures, I was disappointed because they didn't have legos (a weird memory but part of it nonetheless) and it was all going well. We got to be little speed demons while our babysitter was there to make sure there wasn't any blood and we still had all our teeth. It wasn't long until we had snacks and we were all getting along really well and having a lot of fun. After that things got interesting once I was invited into their bedroom, which I was surprised to see three sizable cribs, one on each wall, with a changing table by the door. As it turns out, the parents never bought them new beds, and instead got larger cribs, just leaving the sides down once they were older. To a young me it was kinda mindblowing. I had the chance to play around, messing with stuff and just being curious. I remember the youngest had this awesome crib toy that strapped onto the bars with an underwater theme that made different sounds depending on what you do, and I'd love to find one like it someday (though I'm not sure if it'll live up to the hype of young me).
I played around with the cribs some, got to spend some time in them, the two other kids showing me everything and everything in their room, which there was a lot of. Oh, and there was also a cool ceiling star projector and white noise machine that was pretty neat, but I can't recall anything else they showed me, but mainly just toys probably. Later on though they brought up the changing table. I'm pretty sure they noticed how I was taking to the cribs, and so after a few kinda awkward moments of inching towards it they finally bring up diapers. And then they asked if I wanted to try wearing one. Now, my only prior experience with this scenario was watching a friend get dragged out of the room with their mom yelling at them so I was pretty damn nervous about it. I really wanted to say yes, but of course at first I said no, there was no way I would risk it. But they didn't stop, and they tried again with the classics, nobody will know, and, we won't tell on you. It took a few good minutes of me being defiant and unreasonably upset to give in. I got up on the changing table, though it took some doing since it was actually pretty high up for me, while the other two turned around per the terms and conditions. I did need some instructions but got it figured out (looking back on it I imagine they must have had some experience with exactly what I was doing). Powder, tapes, and I was back down. The rest of the time I wore it I was terrified someone would catch me, and I did chicken out after a while. The rest of the day was pretty normal though and we just went back to playing, running out of things to do. Eventually we parted ways and I never saw them again.
So those are my two main experiences. Tried to be as in-depth as I could. While there are more later on I don't think they really count since it was just a sorta slippery slope towards where I am today and not quite as much I can write about.
