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A childhood belief about fear of

When I was three, my mom would have to wipe my butt because I couldn't reach. One day, when my mom went to work, and my dad was asleep, I had to go poop really bad, so I just decided to go on my own. As I sat on the toilet, I felt a little bump hitting my butt. I looked down and wondered where it was coming from. It hit me again. I started thinking (really ranodmly), and I thought that little mini people were shooting arrows at my butt. I never found out what that hitting was... but I betcha it was just a bug. Omg! That is still really gross, but whatever!!

— Lily Hunter

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