A childhood belief about sex

When I was three or four, I went into my mom and dad's bedroom when they weren't paying attention (they weren't in their room either). I found my mom's vibrator and didn't know what it was and (yep, you guessed it) started playing with it. Now, it didn't look like a penis, it was just shaped like one. And you know, since pills are long and skinny and so are penises, I thought the vibrator was a giant pill with HUNDREDS of tiny pills inside. My mom had always reffered to taking pills when she didn't feel good, and that particular night I didn't feel good. So I tried EVERTHING to get the"giant pill" open so I could be a big girl and take a grown up pill just like Mommy did! I even tried getting it open with my teeth (EW!!!). Days later I asked my mom why she kept all her pills in the "giant pill" and when she replied "What giant pill??," I explained to her what happened. Then she told to me what it was, what it was used for, and that I should never touch it again! (You can imagine how akward that was!). Now that I'm 28 and married, I still reffer to vibrators as "giant pills."