Until I was eleven the only knowledge I had of how boy’s anatomy was an occasional peek at a little boy during a diaper change and a quick image of a whirling behind if I happened to walk catch a brother, or a cousin sneaking a pee outdoors. From that, I mainly felt envy that I couldn’t pee on stuff.
Imagine my surprise when my friend Margaret informed me exactly what the facts of life entailed. She even called it “The Facts of Life.” Her story: Mr. Brown who topped three hundred pounds easily, took off all his clothes, every night, and stuck his peanut in Mrs. Brown, who coincidentally weighed at least two hundred pounds. He peed inside her and laid on top of her all night. I knew this wasn’t possible. Anybody that walrus laid on all night would be smushed. Mrs. Brown was not smushed. She had enormous breasts, and a pendulous belly. I told Margaret she was lying and went straight to my mother.
I told Mother, Margaret had told me a big lie, the “Facts of Life.” I guess Mother thought I had gotten a prettier version. She was annoyed, saying she intended to tell me herself. She went ahead and gave me her version, involving a boy and girl falling in love and getting married. True, they did indulge in some “intimacies”, her word. These “intimacies” would result in a baby. I was never to even consider such a thing until I was married.
Armed with her confirmation of the truth Margaret had told me, the picture of Mr. and Mrs. Brown burned in my mind, I assured her it would NEVER happen! They should teach this version in schools.