Four Older Sisters
Growing up as the youngest of 6 kids, four of which were females, and all quite a few years older than me, I had the GREAT misfortune to learn about certain 'women things/problems' long before my fragile mind was truly capable of handling it.

In this instance, I was sat on the porcelain throne and seeking something to read. I espyed in the trash can, what appeared to be a crumpled up Avon catalog, which my Sister must have discarded as she was an Avon Lady.

It was sat right atop the rest of the refuse, so I figured: it can’t be dirty. It'll provide me with some mental diversion, so go ahead and grab it.

I began to unravel it and out popped a used sanitary napkin. It looked like a bloody surgical sponge from a head wound.

Convinced one of my family had had a HORRIFIC accident, I finished up in the loo and ran downstairs to report my potentially life-saving discovery to my Mom...

She sat me down and discussed the entire process of menstruation.

I was 7 years old. And it was FAAAAAAAR to much information. About 2 minutes into the discussion, I threw up. To be met with the riotous laughter of my own Dear Mother. At 7 years old I held my hand up, as I was evacuating my stomach’s contents and said “Mom, that is NOT something I needed to hear!”

Though, when it came time for that module in school later in life, I aced the test!

And to this day, when the family is gathered, particularly when someone new is around, that story is trotted out to the delight of the entire family and gathered strangers.

Sic Semper Tyrranus!
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Tue 11 Sep 2007, 17:29, Reply)