sex

I used to believe that girls and boys both had a 'willie'. Sex was done by touching the girl's willie with yours.

When I was about six a quizzed my brother amount baby production. His reply was that when you get married, the mum just gets pregnant. When I asked him how the 'getting pregnant' was done, he said it just happened! So then I asked him how the baby came out. He said that the doctors slice the mum's tummy open, pull the baby out, then stitch her up again. I was amazed than my mum's tummy was cut open so many times! (five kids all up)

When I was little I was convinced that boobs could be made for you - no idea how I came up with that one. My grandad was a bit of a diy-er, and I used to have terrible temper tantrums because he wouldn't make me a set!

I used to believe that god would at some point make you pregnant, but he would tell you to get married first, and if you didn't get married when he told you to he would make you pregnant to let everyone know you didn't listen and that's why it was bad to be pregnant if you weren't married. Also that you could hold off being pregnant by praying a lot and being really holy, which is why grandmothers and nuns didn't get pregnant. Grandmothers were sort of pickled in holiness, so they never got pregnant, but sometimes nuns would pretend to be praying and they'd really be thinking about television, so after a few warnings god would make them pregnant to let everyone know they were slacking off on the praying which is why it was a huge bad thing if a nun got pregnant.

when i was seven, i asked my mum what sex was. she explained that two people who loved each other, blah blah, slept together, and a man's worms went into a woman and made a baby. i believed that the two people actually slept, and that sperm was an actual worm that had to crawl from where the man was lying across the bed to the woman.

my little brother asked me if our mum was a virgin. When I told him no of course not, he acted like he had known all along. But a couple of minutes later, he asked me if our dad was.

This is actually from my 4 year old son. A friend was pregnant and he got to feel the baby move. He was very interested in the whole thing. When the baby was born I told him he could meet the baby that he got to feel moving and he asked if the mom had barfed out the baby. He was sure that she ate the baby and then barfed it out!

When I was about six someone told be how babies were made (i.e. man puts his weenie...) I thought this was perfectly disgusting, and pitied and admired my parents who must have, selflessly, performed this gross act several times (and it doesn't even always work!!) to produce me and my brother.

I used to think that women got pregnant by kissing men. The sperm flew up from his scrotum, through the man's lips, into the woman's body and back down to her womb. This I believed, and was forced to explain in front of a whole class at the age of 11.

when i first started junior school, i used tothink sex was just kissing and hugging naked. My friends were reeling off the 'sexy stories' cos this was very exciting at the age of 7.One friend said she had been in the middle of her parents when they were having sex, and the other said she had had sex with her clothes on. I went home and told my mum, who was quite shocked, and gave me her book of conceiving and looking after babies book she had used when pregnant with me, which was graphic enough for me to realise where i had gone wrong.

My dad told me that my grandpa's large stomach was because he was pregnant. But I knew this to be wrong because grampy was deaf so how could he hear the baby coming?

When I was a little kid, no one ever told me about gay people. When I came back home later (Ft. Lauderdale, Fl), I noticed every adult I knew as a kid was gay; I was raised in America's 2nd biggest gay neighborhood! We were all straight.

I used to think that oral sex was just another term for french kissing

When I was about 11, I walked in on my parents having sex, (shudders at the thought) I was so scared I couldn't move, I was afraid they would hear me if I left. All I could do was crunch down on the floor and think of a plan to get out of there. I finally got out of the room and thought I was automatically going to have a new brother or sister in 9 months. That never happened. I still wish I never went in that room...I could have done without that memory.

For the longest time as a child, I thought I might be pregnant because I had french-kissed a boy from down the block. For years I wondered whether I was a true "virgin" or not. Wasn't until years later that I realized I was a virgin and he was an awful kisser.

I used to believe that "bitch" meant vagina, because I saw some nasty graffiti on a Kotex machine that said "For the bloody bitch!"