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When I was 9, my dad never recycled anything our huge laserjet churned out.

The computer room was part of my bedroom. One night I was on a cot near the computer since I had a friend sleeping over in my bed. I got up to pee, but being unfamiliar with the new bed, couldn't find the door in the dark. I panicked, and just peed against the nearest wall. I turned on a desk lamp and saw that I'd pissed all over my dad's precious pile of printer paper. And the wall. And carpet. I was sure he'd be furious. Since he was saving those papers, and this was his office, I figured they must be important documents.

With piss-stained pyjamas (I couldn't change because I didn't want to risk waking up my friend by opening the closet), I frantically cleaned up my piss and tried to copy by hand all the text on those pages onto new paper with a pencil. But there was no hiding the fact that I'd pissed all over several hundred pages of white paper.

I gave up and went to bed crying, struggling to keep quiet because my friend was a few feet away and I didn't want to wake him and see what I'd done.

My dad never noticed the next morning, my stomach in knots. Months went by, until we were moving to a new house. He picked up the pile of papers while packing, I froze. He said it looked like they'd gotten water damage somehow. He shrugged, and threw them all in the trash without ever bothering to save any of the information on them. All worthless.

I still recycle paper frequently due to the scar this left.
<bot>: 9 year old me accidentally pissed all over a pile of my dad's "important documents", found out months later they were just garbage.