It must’ve been two or three days ago, I don’t remember anymore. I could’ve stopped myself, but I didn’t have any self control. Everyday since my 9th birthday, my mom has been feeding my black beans so that I got better bowl movement. At first, I was reluctant to eat the beans, but after I acquired the fine taste of beans, I fell in love with them. I’ve must’ve eaten 7 or 8 cans of beans every day, because before I realized it, my poop was changing form. I began to notice my poopies turning all wet and sluggy, and there were half digested beans that had a moist wet egg smell. I loved my poopies, and I began to store my poopies in a box instead of flushing them. The wet poopies stained my undies, so my when my mommy began questioning the smelly doo doos, I told her it was just the dog. Before I knew it, my poopies began to pile up, and I knew I had to hide them. I already enjoyed the delicate soft wet smell of the poopies, and I’ve always enjoyed putting my hands in the runny wet poopies and picking the crusty poopies off. So, I decided to eat my poopies. First, I put my hands in the shape of a bowl and ran them through the wet moisty box. I dug through the slushy delightful yellowish brown poopies and found a big chunk of gritty beans that were green and brown in color. I grabbed the big chunk and slowly put it in my mouth. It was so good, the flavor was so wonderful. I felt the juicy eggy cream run down my throat and down to my stomach, and I knew that this was my new life. I took another slurp of a slob of wet brown poopies and felt flavors exploding in my mouth. It was so wonderful. Suddenly, I felt nauseous – almost as if the world was spinning back and force. I began to feel the wonderful bile of wet poopies climb back up out from my throat and out of my mouth. I tried to swallow the poopies, but instead of going back down, the poopies went up a different pipe! I felt the slushy poopies go up my nose, and it felt as if shards of glass was scrapping my nose. Suddenly, a giant wet piece of brown beanies got stucky! It hurt so bad and I was only left with one option… To go to my mommy. I ran up to my mommy with tears running down my eyes, and I vomited brown crusty poopies that reeked of wonderful aged milk onto her sunday clothes. I am now stucky in time out… I feel so sick, but I want to eat the wet juicy poopies again so much…