Posted: Yesterday at 22:49
Nanny; my mother gave me a book. I remember distinctly hiding it in my bag to take to my best friends house. We must have been around 10 at most? We sat on her bed and opened it to discover...
... the drawing of the naked boy and girl were spitting images of a girl and boy the year above us in (a very small rural school). We shrieked and threw the book away in horror!
That's as far as my "education" went (my school foolishly took me out of /those/ classes as I went to church - despite my parents and the vicar having no objection to me learning about such matters) until I was around 17 or 18 when my father woke me up at some silly time of the night to sit with him and watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show and discuss life.
Thank goodness for my library card!