Ah, the mall. Shopping made easy and fun. Magnet to those in search of holiday gifts. Haven to teenagers. To most kids my age, the mall means fun. To me it means something else as well: diapers.

Allow me to explain. My name is Steve and I'm 14 years old. I'm pretty much a normal kid as far as most things go. As I mentioned before, I like to go to the mall frequently. It seems that every time I venture there, I wind up in diapers. Sometimes by accident, sometimes by my own doing. Sometimes it winds up being a fun, wacky, long lasting tale and other times it is a living hell. Let me share with you a few of my memories there.