Embarrassing Moments....Part Deux

Too late now, I've already opened up the floodgates, memories of my stupidest moments are bursting forth like a raging river. I must tell all of my past, so they can share in the misery,
Summer 1979. Switzerland. I am 10 years old and have my first crush on a boy. He is the son of one of my father's friends. He is also 13 years old, therefore very experienced in love. Our parents decide it would be a good idea for the adults to go out to dinner together, while us kids stay home and have a sleep-over. In his room is a little loft, right above his bed, where he goes to read and, I hope, daydream about me. It's an easy climb with his help, holding on to him, one foot on the wall, then push myself up until I reach the loft. Once up there, we look at pictures, listen to music, one thing leads to another and we share our first kiss. On the cheek. Mind you, this is 1979, not 1999, therefore our sexual awakening was much, much slower than it is now with typical 10 and 13 year olds.
After a couple of hours, it's time to go to sleep. He jumps out of the loft onto his bed, then waits for me to follow. I'm in my nightgown and suddenly terrified of heights. I am scared to jump off and miss the bed, or fall on top of him and hurt both of us. He keeps telling me to jump and finally, after 15 minutes of trying to convince me, I jump.... only, I'm so scared, that on the way down, I pee. Copiously. A continuous flow. Right on him. Yes, as he is trying to catch me, I urinate on him.
He starts dry-heaving in disgust and I try to convince him it's spit, that it came out of my mouth. Yeah, like he's going to fall for that one. I run out of his room into mine and don't come out until the next morning, when he tells me it really wasn't such a big deal, that he still likes me... but from now on, we will no longer go in his loft.