A forum on sexual maturity.
My first time, at 12 years old, I was a fool. No, theoretically, my friends and I were very literate, but for some reason I missed one important point, namely that the girl becomes a girl. At the beginning of the menstrual I declared in front of my mom’s clear eyes and sung joyfully: “I became a WOMAN today!” Mom fell faint, papik with the scream "I'll kill the bastard!"" fell on the phone to call an army of friends. After 10 minutes, the army’s half-staf was sitting at our house and I was in the center, the ninth in count, my father’s childhood friend, my baptist. With a break in his voice he said, say, child, I speak to you as a doctor (he is a pathologist at all) and so on. Well, I told him what exactly happened. The Baptist kissed me in a bucket and called me a favorite fool, and he explained himself to the staff. As a gift from my parents, I received a ring and a chain, and a bracelet from the baptist. It was my first and most precious, as a memory, gold as a gift.