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my mum told me when I was about 6 or 7 about reproduction, and the different body parts. She explained that girls had 3 holes- 1 to poo, 1 to pee, and 1 where the baby comes out. I found this interesting, but it also made me worry. I knew that my penis needed to go into the one where the baby gets born, but I was scared I would never be able to tell them apart.
In my young, impressionable years, my sadistic older sister informed me that when you get to 8th grade you have sex education, and the teacher would randomly call on a boy and a girl to come to the front of the class to drop their pants for illustrative purposes. The rest of the class would gather around and stare while the teacher would point out various anatomical features. I lived in fear of being the unlucky victim of this mortifying exercise.
Fortunately, when I finally reached 8th grade, the teacher picked someone else :)
When I was about five or six, I decided that my brother's testicles were for storing pee. And told him so.
I don't remember when I learned about bladders.
when i was little i so wanted a willy because my big brother could stand up going to the toilet. Soon my mum told my aunty, and when shopping one day she wound me up telling me we were going to the willy shop to get me a willy! i was quite upset when i found out there wasn't such a shop!
While hanging out with some friends and the older guy that I had a HUGE crush on we decided to play word association. I led a pretty sheltered life until late in high school, and of course when there is more than one male sexual words populate the conversation; the last word said before me was clitoris. I had no idea what this word meant but I remembered from art class that green was the most mentally neutral color (I was told that is why they have “green” rooms for actors and actresses) so I thought it was the safest possible answer. Needless to say my friends were first taken aback but then presumed I must not know what the word meant. To make matters worse I insisted that I did, thinking I was saving face by not admitting my ignorance, then mumbled some excuse for my answer and tried to move the focus off the girl with the ever reddening face. Four years later I am still introduced as “the girl with the green clit” by the guys that were there that night.
i used to think that if i ate a lot of cheese puffs that my breast would grow larger.. i think i got this from a punky brewster episode i saw as a kid.. so i asked my mom to go buy cheese puffs right away but i never told her why i wanted them.
Our (16 year old) friend, while we were having a conversation about sex, etc. with a large group of guys and girls, suddenly burst out saying "Wait! Guys have TWO testicles?" We laughed an explained it to her.
Funny enough, her mom is a school nurse.
When I was about 2 1/2 years old I had climbed into my sisters crib. She was about a year old at the time. My mother overheard a conversation which she has told us several times. My sister took her diaper off, something babies do I guess, and when I saw she had no appendage like I had I said "It's ok, Mommy will take you to the store to buy one." I thought she was missing a part!
When my brother was 3 or 4, (I would've been 6 or 7) I walked into the living room to find him crying his eyes out... It was *i think* his first erection, and he pulled his waistband out and showed me.. he said "I think I'm sick" and I said... maybe it's just an infection."
When I was about 2 years old I saw my older brother naked briefly when my mom was putting him in the bath. I was convinced a penis wasn't attached to the body, but rather something boys had to hold between their legs. If they moved their legs apart, it would fall off. No idea how I came to this conclusion.
My mother has always been very vacant about sex, however one day - I think I was about 10 - we were cooking sausages in the kitchen and she unwraps a package of very small hotdogs (like cocktail weenie size) and goes "now honey, that's what guy's ..eh hem hem's look like." I didn't say it but I was petrified since they were so hideously small. I was dissappointed for quite a few years until I discovered otherwise and I remember thinking "oh thank god, I'm glad I got one that's bigger then a footy frank."
Now that I relive this story it makes me sickly puzzled about the relationship between my parents...
One day when I was about 4 I walked into a room where my mom was breast feeding my new born brother and my moms friend was with her. I had the belief that a girl could choose what she wanted to have in her breasts. I had thought about the possiblities and as i entered the room and said proudly "when I get older I am going to have big boobs and they will have chocolate milk in them!!"
my mom and her friend immediately started laughing and I was completely embarrassed and later my mom explained things to me.
Because P.P. was used to refer both boys and girls, I thought girls also had a PP like mine. I was probably under 10 when me and a female friend were in her room playing with toys, and somehow we got the idea to show each other our PP's. When I saw her's I said, "Wow you have a really small PP". Then she said "My big brother has a really small one to." Thinking back to what she said is hilarious.
I grew up a tomboy, surrounded by mostly guy friends. One day in middle school, I got hit in the crotch by something and I exclaimed, "Ow! Right in the nuts!" My mom had to explain to me (after she stopped laughing and could breathe again) that I didn't HAVE nuts.
When I was 4 years old, and my little sister was a newborn, I saw my mom changing her, and when I saw that she didn't have a penis, I exclaimed "What happened!?"
When I was younger I used to believe you grew breasts by drinking milk. I would drink obsessive amounts of milk so I would grow breasts. I believed this until I was a flat 11 year old. Then I stopped drinking milk alltogether and they grew. Go figure.
when i was a little girl i asked santa for a penis for christmas. i thought it was a really awesome toy.
The full assortment of functions the penis provides was confusing to me as a child.
When I was 9, we went on a school trip out to the middle of nowhere, and after we'd been on the road for a while, I really needed to pee. The driver told me to just hold on, so I resorted to what I always do when I have to pee and can't get to a toilet: rub my crotch vigorously.
The older kids turned around and stared at me with mischievous grins on their faces. One asked, "Why are you doing that?"
I answered, "It makes it feel better." (At the time, I didn't understand why they were giggling about me.)
Today, I'm not sure I still believe that masturbating lessens my urge to pee. In fact, 2-3 years later, I discovered my Dad's erotica collection, which described in great detail the sticky white fluid that comes out of penises when rubbed. This had never happened to me, but I really wanted to make it happen, so, for the first time, I masturbated to orgasm. Nothing came out. So I thought you had to force it out consciously. Pee came out. For the next year or two, until my body started producing semen, I peed while masturbating, thinking that was what was supposed to happen, and that my semen was simply thinner and yellower than other men's. My parents threw out that mattress.
When my son was entering puberty, he realized a testicle had descended while he was taking a bath. He then proceeded to run out, screaming and covered in bubbles, "Dad! We need to go to the hospital, NOW! I have a tumor!" He then explained his discovery to me. "Oh no," I replied. "Get dressed and get in the car! Hurry!" I then took him to the hospital, but only to have the doctor explain it to him. Hey, I didn't want to do it!
When I was a little girl my Aunt told me if I would rub chicken doo doo on my boobs they would be very large. Yes, as bad as I hate to admit it I tried it and their is definitely no truth to the tale!