I was about eight years old at the time. We had been to a local restaurant for the very rare treat of dining out as a family and Mom and Dad, my younger sister and I had all had a great time and eaten far too much.
Eventually we paid the bill, tipped our server and got ready to go back home. It was only about a 10-minute drive across town but as I got up to leave, I realised I needed to pee. So I told my mom, excused myself and went to the bathrooms. We had been to the restaurant before, so I knew where they were.