It was summer of 1997 and I was seven years old. First time I would go to camp and I felt great anxiety because I had not stopped peeing my bed when I was sleeping. And just thinking that in the morning I wake up and my bed will be wet, I felt panicked. Everybody would laugh at me! So the first night came and we all were ready to lie down after a long day of activities. I was literally terrified. While after an hour they all slept, I was still awake and sweaty. I still remember the feeling of being hung up and not being able to move from my fear. I was sitting on my bed with the bedding covering me like a ghost. I felt less horrified that way. At some point I hear whisperings of women. It was the two team leaders who watched us and slept in the same room with us. They were talking about me. At some point, while I was trying to hear what they say, I feel something pulling me out of the bed. Αt that moment I take my hand out of the sheet and grab a hand. It was the hand of one of the two team leaders. Later she told me that she wanted to check if i was ok. She starts screaming all around and pushing me to let her go and that moment everyone jumped out their bed and start screaming in the dark without knowing whats going on. That night was like a funny horror movie watching everyone screaming and thinking that " i just didnt want to pee my bed ". After 10 min of panic attacks and attempts to quite everyone, we were all went to sleep, including me. When the sun came up in the morning, i woke up 1st and changed my sheets with the one i had on my backpack. That was the last day i pee my bed.