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When I was about 4 or 5 I asked my Mom where babies came from. She told me to ask my Dad. I did and he told me to ask my Mom. So, I asked my big brother (he was about 7 or 8 at the time)
He told me the JC Penney Catalog and showed me the pictures of the babies. Of course they were selling the baby clothes. I thought it was cool when we got the Sears catalog because they sold babies too.
I believed this till I was about 9 and my friend told me the truth. My brother got a good punch in the arm for that one!
When my nephew was six he was being naughty so I told him that his mum and dad bought him from a supermarket.
I went on to say that they decided to take him back because they didn't like him but the supermarket wouldn't give them their money beck.
I think I may have scarred him for life!
My brother told me that my parents got me at the Salvation Army, and I was thrown in a sale bin, and the only other candidate for adoption in there with me was a kid with no arms or legs.
When my brother was six, my aunt got pregnant. She came over to our house for Christmas when she was seven months, and my mother and I pinted to her belly and said "Aunty Viv's baby is in there." Horrified, my brother said "You ate the baby?!"
When my auntie was in hospital having given birth to my cousin (she was in her 20's) she couldn't understand how the woman in the next bed had had a aby when she wasn't married. She had to ask her mother when she came to visit. I'm not sure whether she thought that you couldn't get pregnant until you were married (even if you had sex) or that you were physically unable to have sex until you were married. There is also the possibility that she didn't know which part of being married had got her pregnant but I've never like to ask :-)
I used to think that consuming any Carnation product (they make powdered milk and stuff like that) would make you pregnant. I remember that my mom made me some chocolate Carnation instant breakfast once, and after I drank it down, I glimpsed the box from which it came. I was horrified. I was only 6, so the idea of giving birth was daunting. I suffered alone for a day, until that night when my mother tucked me in my bed and I burst out crying, "I don't want to be pregnant!"
She must have been very confused and alarmed, but I told her that I drank the dreaded Carnation and she straightened things out for me.
My Aunt always used to tell me that babys came from the stork (as many people are told),but One day I asked her "How do you get the stork to come?" and she told me you had to call him...and as the curious kid I was asked her "HOW?!"...Ahe told me that when two people really love each other they take off their shirts and let their Belly-buttons press together to call the stork!
When I asked where babies come from, my mother explained that chemicals are exchanged from the man, into the woman, who then grows the baby in her womb. (My mom was pretty honest) I filled in the blanks though, the only real interaction I could think of to exchange chemicals was making out.
I used to believe that men had something in the back of their mouths, that would shoot out into the woman's mouth (ala Alien), and drop the chemicals down the throat into the woman's womb.
My best friend's mom liked to amuse herself by giving her two girls imaginitive answers to their questions, such as, the original purpose of the many freeways and overpasses in our city were once made as dinosaur trails and only after they died did people start driving around on them. This habit, incedentally, ruined her credibility when explained the truth about where babies come from to her older daughter, who retorted "nuh-uh, you're making it up." The truth was stranger than fiction.
When I first learned about sex, I didn't associate it with procreation. I thought babies occurred randomly and if a woman didn't get married quick enough when she grew up, she'd have a baby randomly without a man. And that is where single mother's come from!
When I was little girl, I used to believe that when you ate a seed of a fruit you would get pregnant.
Until my aunt had a child when she was allergic to fruit.
"Sleeping together" ment the man and the women would fall asleep with out any cloths. If the mans willy touched the slit between the legs she got pregnat. Unprotected sex was when one or both forgot to put their underwair back on before they went to sleep.
I used to believe that birth control pills were there so you could choose whether you wanted a boy or girl( blue pills were for boys and pink for girls). I was very young when I believed this.....
i laboured under the rather terrifying belief that in order to make a baby my seed would have to be put into my wife. why so terrible? unfortunately i thought surgery would be involved in removing one of my two 'seeds' (i now understand the surgery to be known as castration and largely unrelated to dedicated couples reproducing). as you can imagine, it took me a long time to realise that one day i'd actually love to father children: consequently, i blame the parents!
The mom of one of my close friends growing up always craved oranges when pregnant. She was sure, and convinced the rest of her girl friends, that oranges could make you pregnant. Sad to say we worried about that till freshman year of high school. We were late bloomers!
When I was little I used to think that all girls were born with a baby inside them, but it was really small (like the size of a nail) and it just grew bigger as you grew up till you got married and then it just came out of your tummy. on finding out how babies really came to be, i was devestated!
When I was about 8 and just finding out about how babies were made, I used to think that the sex of the baby depended on which parent had been 'trying harder'when they made the baby. If the dad had been trying harder, the baby would be a boy, and if the mom had, it would be a girl.
When I was about 5 I assumed that baby boys come from men, and baby girls come from woman. Hence, I thought I came from my dad. My parents laughed ever so hard when I told them. It just didn't make sense that I could come from my mom if I was boy. Bleh.
when i was bout 5 me and my family were watchin a film which showed a new born baby. i then turned round to my dad and asked how you could tell if a baby was a boy or a girl.... as he was really embaressed infront of my older brother and my mum he just said it was cos of the colour of the baby. i got really confused cos me and my brother are the same colour (well in th eyes of a 5 yr old anyways) so i thought he must have been a girl as well but he jus had short hair cos he liked it
i used to think that the delivery man would bring you a new baby to the door and if he were a month late then you would get it for free!!