Essay title: Poop
remember, as a child, going down to my basement to play. It was quiet and a little spooky to me, but thats where my toys and games were. It seemed that almost every time I went down those stairs, I would get this nervous feeling. “Oh, no!” I had to go. So I ran upstairs and into the only toilet we had in the house.
Why is it that when we start to feel a little nervous, we have to go?
My Aunt Maria, an old German woman, came for a visit from Germany. As we know, traveling seems to get us a little out of sync with our bowel habits. Well, this poor woman couldnt have a bowel movement for nearly a week. She was so miserable.
One day my Mom and I took her sightseeing. We went up to the John Hancock Center in Chicago. Soon after we reached