Mine...
I was about 10 years old, working with one of the pioneers in our hall, and we came across a gentleman that screamed obcenities at us and threatened to kill us unless we left his porch. I wet my pants. The pioneer I was with told me that I was a 'weak little witness that brought shame to jehovah for wetting my pants,' and that my punishment would be finishing out the morning's service with wet, piss stained pants.
It was February in Toronto. That pioneer was my own mother.
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