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Isn’t a compost toilet just a fancy outhouse?
When I was ten years old, I had a best friend.
We would always go to her house after school and on the weekends. I thought she was so cool; she had whitewashed jeans with a bright green skinny belt.
I wanted to be her so badly; instead, we were best friends until I moved. She was one of the only friends I ever invited to my house.
I always liked going to her house mainly because she lived ¨in town¨; I mean, I grew up in a village with a population of 1600, so in town was just not out in the sticks like I did.
She also had a toilet, shower, and running water. I knew most people had these modern-day amenities, but I did not.
It was Thursday morning, and the plan was for her to ride the school bus home with me the following Friday; we had planned this adventure all week, and she was excited to meet my animals and see where I lived.
I was so excited and nervous.
How would I tell her I did not have a bathroom, running water, and we had to pee outside, even in the middle of the night?
The anxiety riddled my little 10-year-old body. I knew I had to tell her why I had no idea. I was afraid that if I did not tell her before her coming, she would freak out, and we…
