I awakened, (might I say 'woke'), with blood spot on my unadulterated white cotton "Fruit of the Loom" bloomers.
Energized and terrified…
The fact that year being 1953 i was me twelve.
I ran to Mom, and murmured secretly, "It happened"- it happened"!
She got me, "Come into the other room, rapidly and close the door, please".
I complied while I pulled my pink, long Chenille robe tie more tight over my Pj's.
Then she smacked me across my face. 🥵
Tears stung my face.
"Mother how did I respond that you hit me… it wasn't my shortcoming… it dropped without help from anyone else", I groaned.
"I smacked you, so you'll not lose your ruddy cheeks".
HUH? 😥
"Plunk down here Dee, I need to converse with you".
Uh ho… I stressed, what she going to do now? 😮
(Mom had never needed to converse with me like this)! 😒
"Presently you are a lady now… not any more a young lady". 🤔
Then, at that point, in her old - style, remarkable way, she attempted to make sense of how children were made.
"A man's seed needs to meet with a lady's egg that is within her… and that makes a child".
I listened eagerly, then inquired" Yet the way in which the man get the seed inside the lady"?
The inquiry caused her to fly off the handle as she replied, "Well he doesn't utilize his thumb"! 🙈🙉🙊
She instantly left the room and left this innocent 12-year-old me… baffled! 😮
Mom dropped this bomb then excused me.
Right up to the present day, I actually wonder… 🤔