Church Playground

My parents sent me to a Catholic school for four years during my elementary days. It was Saint Martin Of Tours in New York.
The place had a paved over yard for kids to play in at recess. Most of us wound up bloody and bruised after lunch because playing on concrete was supposed to build christian character.

This is hard to say but I'm going to anyway, because it's necessary to understand the mindset of these fucking insane shitbags.
When I was in second grade at that school we were marched to the bathroom twice a day, and if you were a good enough toady you were given a position of monitor who wrote down names of anyone who talked at all during the piss break.
One day in second grade I really had to take a pee and repeatedly raised my hand to go to the bathroom. The cunt lay teacher told me to wait until the class was all allowed to go at the same time.
It was unbearable.
I couldn't hold it in and finally let loose. At seven years old I pissed in my pants and it pooled up under my desk in that classroom.
One of the other kids finally saw the puddle and told the teacher.
I was thrown out of the school that day and the door shut hard.
It must be understood that a bus picked me up every day in the neighborhood,drove about five miles away to the school and then back again near home , so at seven I had no idea how to get back to my house.
I walked a ways into Bethpage town with soaked pants and talked to a police woman who called my mother.
I remember all this with clarity because it was such a humiliating experience. Can you imagine how it was to return to class?
Fuck religion.