I USED TO THINK THAT A BLOW JOB WAS A MAN DRYING YOUR HAIR AND ONCE MY DADA DID IT FOR ME AND I ASKED HIM WHY COULDNT MY MUM GIVE ME A BLOW JOB HE HAS NEVER DYED MY HAIR SINCE!!!
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When I was little, my parents, rather than giving me the stork line, told me that they found me while dropping off garbage at the dump. They said seagulls and rats were taking care of this fat naked baby who lived in a pile of garbage, and my mom made my dad consent to bring it home. I believe that...to this day, actually, because the alternative is nasty.
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When I was four, five, and six, I used to think that when a couple wanted a baby and kissed, the woman would become pregnant. I believed this until a cousin explained how babies were made when I was seven.
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I used to think that a blow-job was when a man stuck his foot in a woman's vagina.
I had always known about periods (older sister), but I wasn't too familiar with a tampon.
One day, me and my friend Brett were hanging out in my friend's room. We found a box of tampons, and without really reading to see what they even were, we thought it'd be a fun little idea to take a few out, and play with them a little. So, still without knowing what the heck a tampon was, i took two and taped them to Brett's ears as EARRINGS! He wore them into the living room, where our friend's mom was having a party!!!! We were so embarrassed when we really found out what they were. LOL!
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My grandma has has a lot of children, and a lot of scars. When I first saw her stomach when I was at the age of 5-7, its when I first believed that there HAD to be another way than that old stork story. So then I believed that to have a baby, you would kiss, be pregnant, and then go to the hospital. Then you would have to get your stomach cut open. I believed it wouldnt hurt. After than, they opened it up like a door, and took the baby out. I thought it would look like a hot water bottle-one of those things you put on your stomach when you have a stomach ache- So after getting the baby water bottle out, you had to sit on it, and eventually it would hatch and turn into a baby!
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when i was younger i heard my parents having sex i was worried so i went into my older brothers room who said my mum was just having a nightmare and that i should leave her alone, but i walked in anyway and for ages afterwards i thought you only had nightmares if you were rubbing against a guy. Imagine my suprise when i had one
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When I was little, and still to this day, my mom tells me the same story.
"Babies are made when the daddy gives the mommy a seed". That's about all she told me, so of course I was very confused and sort of figured out my own conclusion. I thought the "daddy" had a "seed" (like the flower kind), and he gave it to the "mommy", and then she would take that seed and somehow stick it up her butt, and out came the baby! LOL!!
i used to think that kissing was having sex. i was watching murphy brown once when i was four and a half(i was an odd child) and she said "You're about to be married and you've never had sex?!" I thought "They haven't had sex yet? My friend Zachary and I have sex every day on the playground!"
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when i was young i used to go on holidays with my parents to beach resorts. on one of these holidays i found a snake skin so i picked it up and showed it to my sister, who was quite older than me. she got really scared and told me to put it down so i startedwaving it in her face and chasing her with it.
later on when i was about 18 i told a large group of people that my sister was scared of snakes, and recounted the holiday story. she decided it was best to tell me at that moment that what i was waving was a used condom.
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When I was a kid I thought there was a hole in my clit and that's where the penis would go! I used to worry about how painful it would be...
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I used to belive that when a woman is giving birth, the baby goes out through the belly button.
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I used to believe that when you got married, and kissed then you would get pregnat and have a baby
I used to believe that when the baby was ready to come u just have to pee and the baby would come out.
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when i was 10 someone told me that having sex with a man causes a girl's breasts to grow. but it didn't work. my belly became big before my breasts really started to grow.
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When I was younger my mom told me that if I had unprotected sex I could get AIDS. What she didn't tell me was that the other person had to have AIDS to spread it to you. I always thought that people who were trying to have children were risking a lot.
I asked my mum what condoms were, and she told me they were to stop a woman having a baby. For some reason, I got it into my head that they were a kind of pill that women had to take or they'd get pregnant. I suppose that's close enough to the truth ;)
I was told as a child that I would get pregnant, if, I got in the tub without washing it...after a man or boy got a bath....of course I realized (as I got older) that my mother was just using that as a way of getting me to scrub that darn tub...lol
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my 4 yr old little girl asked me how mummys knew what their baby is when its born, i told her if its a girl it will look like her and if its a boy it will have a willy, she said to me don't be stupid mummy if it's a boy it will be wearing trainers, and if its a girls it will have boots! i laughed for ages what do you say to that?
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When I was about 5, my mother recieved these free wallets from a contraceptives company (she was a pregnancy councillor). After removing the leaflets, she decided to give one to me. I immediately searched the pockets and discovered a condom, which she confiscated. I badgered her about it until she revealed that it was a "balloon". I immediatley demanded it, and threw a tantrum when I was refused. My siblings still bring it up sometimes. God, the embaressment when I learned the truth . . .