When I was 3 or 4, one day in the kindergarten I had to take a dump, but another kid entered into the bathroom before me, so I sit down in the corridor floor, next to the bathroom door, waiting for the kid to go out.

A lot of time passed and the kid didn't go out, and at some point I couldn't take it anymore and I ended up shitting in my pants.

Then one of the kindergarten workers found me and opened the door of the bathroom, and there was no one! To this day, I can't explain what exactly happened with that kid, but he was not in the bathroom anymore.

When my father came to pick me up, the worker told him the story, and then we both got into the car, where my father proceed to tell me that I was gross and that I was not his son anymore.

Core memory unlocked I guess