Oliver, a boy of about nine with messy brown hair and an infectious grin, bounces on his toes as he waits in line. His eyes are wide with excitement, darting from the roaring splash zone to the colorful boats drifting by. He clutches his plastic wristband, barely able to contain his eagerness.

Oliver climbs into a bright yellow raft, gripping the cool metal handles. The attendant gives the boat a push, and the raft lurches forward, gliding into the churning current. "Here we go!" he shouts, laughter bubbling from his lips as water sprays his face.

In the chaos, Oliver feels a sudden, embarrassing urge he can’t control. The cold water heightens the sensation, and before he realizes, he accidentally pees his pants. But with every splash and cascade, the difference melts into the deluge, masked by the ride’s relentless spray.

Oliver stands up, his clothes heavy and soaked. He looks down, noticing the darkened fabric, but shrugs it off—after all, everyone is just as wet as he is. "That was awesome! Let’s do it again!" he yells, his embarrassment lost in the thrill of the moment.

Oliver[/@ch_1]’s shorts as he skips along the path, the sun warming his skin. Park music blares from nearby speakers, and the rainbow-colored crowd moves in waves.] No one glances twice at his soggy clothes. The secret stays safe, hidden beneath laughter and splashes, while Oliver races off toward the next adventure, carefree and grinning.

Oliver stands by the exit, cheeks flushed and hair tousled. He feels the lingering dampness but only remembers the rush of the ride, the joy of the day, and the secret he didn’t even know he was keeping.