When I was in fifth grade, I had a bunch of stickers with naked women. I don’t remember where I came from, I’ve probably changed something. These labels were carefully hidden from their parents. The child’s brains still realized that they (parents) would not be delighted with the new hobbies of the son.

But then one day it happened that my mom was putting these stickers during the cleaning (or the search?) I found. I'm naturally in tears, what else? But my parents, to my surprise, did not grieve. That evening I heard a whole lecture on the subject "Nude - it is normal and not shameful" adorned with pictures of ancient statues from the book "Legends and myths of Ancient Greece".

The next day my parents came to school. I covered the entire diary with these labels. and what? No reason to be ashamed!