I was about nine years old when this occurred around 1911. I lived with my parents, sisters and brothers. We walked the mile and three quarters to our country school every day.
Our schoolhouse was built near the east end of the school lot. The boys' outhouse was built in the southwest corner of the acre lot and the girls' outhouse was built to the far northwest corner. For the boys to go near the girls' outhouse was a NO, NO. The girls were not allowed near the boys' toilet.
Well, one noon when the bell was about to ring for classes to resume, I made a dash for the toilet. Some of the pupils were already in the schoolroom.
Then I heard boys" voices right outside the little house. One boy was saying, "I bet you won't do it." "I dare you to" and "I bet you're afraid to." I sat on the seat scared and wondered what next when I heard, "Go ahead. Go ahead," and all the time the voices kept coming closer and closer. All at once the door was opening. I dashed into a corner holding up my pants. He came in, closed the door and quickly opened the door and was gone. The little house had no windows so it was dark on the inside and he never knew I was inside.
I was scared and shaking with fright and finally mustered up courage to return to the schoolroom, walked straight to my desk, never looking on either side. Nothing was ever said to me about this incident and I never told anyone until several years ago, the boy that came inside and his wife celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. They live in Texas. I sent them an anniversary card and enclosed a letter telling him about that incident. He said they and their friends had many laughs about it.
Mabel (Cron) Kirk