A 1,000-word essay about a bed-wetting incident.

I am an informal, optimistic and positive little girl, but even though I am careless, I care about everything and my image in the eyes of others.

Unfortunately, I have done something that is still shameful when I think about it, and that is bed-wetting. Every time, my parents would mention this matter in front of me, and I would shyly run to my room and hide. I was really embarrassed. That was the only time I wet the bed, so it sticks with me.

I remember that when I was ten years old, one night, my parents and I were watching a war movie on the sofa. I was very fascinated by it, and I had the habit of eating snacks while watching TV. That day I drank a lot of drinks, went to the toilet several times, and went to bed at about 9:30 after watching TV. I slept very deeply, and then I had a dream.

I dreamed that my dad and I went hiking, and then we encountered a monster that kept chasing us. My dad and I kept running and running. Suddenly, my stomach felt uncomfortable and I really wanted to go to the toilet. Dad said that on the mountain There was no toilet, so let me find a place where there was no one and solve it quickly, otherwise the monster would catch up. Then I listened to my father's words and hurriedly found a deserted place and solved it on the mountain. My stomach felt really comfortable now. I felt like I had released myself. I was very relaxed and comfortable. Then I turned over. This was the decisive turn. I found that my bottom was wet. This didn’t feel right. Hey, could I? Wetting the bed? impossible! This must be a dream. But I felt that the feeling of wetness was very real, so I woke up and touched my pants with my hands. Oh my God, I actually wet the bed. This kind of thing has never happened to me since I can remember. From then on, I felt that my life had A "stain".

As a girl, it is really shameful to wet the bed. I couldn't let my parents know what to do. I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. I kept looking forward to dawn. Finally, the next morning, I got up early. I quickly lifted the quilt, pulled off the sheets, washed the sheets without telling my parents, and hung them to dry on the balcony.

When my parents got up, they were surprised that I got up so early, especially when they saw the sheets on the balcony. They were even more surprised and asked me why I put the sheets on the balcony. I washed it. I just washed it a few days ago. I have been avoiding the problems of my parents. I hesitated for a long time and did not dare to say a word. My parents looked at me looking so abnormal, thought about it again and again, and asked me seriously: "Did you wet the bed?" Hearing this, I felt guilty, my heart was pounding, I kept beating the drum, and I didn't dare to admit it. My face turned red to my ears and I lowered my head in shame. When my mother saw my reaction, it seemed that it was true. However, she didn't scold me, she even laughed and said, "It's not a big deal. As a child, you will inevitably have this experience. It's not like you never wet the bed when you were a child." But I felt very ashamed, so I shed tears. I burst into tears and really wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

This is my bedwetting experience. From that time on, I secretly told myself that I would never drink so many drinks at night again. This was a painful lesson. I don’t know if you have wet the bed before, but this time was enough for me. I hope it will never happen again!