Keeping with my theme, I was watching TV with Joph the other day, and it came up whether or not Joph Jr. had gotten "the talk" yet. I tried to recall when and how I found out about the birds and the bees, and I remembered with shock that I was seven, precisely Jr.'s age.
My best friend Amelia made me go get one of my father's Playboy magazines (kept in the sooper sekret bathroom cubbyhole) so she could explain it to me. She said two people got naked under a cover and then "pOOf" nine months later a baby came out. Boy, did I get in trouble for stealing that Playboy, but my mother was mightily amused by the explanation. She tells me she went on to explain the true way of things to me, but I must have blocked it out because I don't remember it.
Some four years later, the nuns at my school in Peru told me all about menstruation, but nothing about birth control or what missing a period meant. Thank God for mom.