This is a funny thread.

Just like with EDJ, When I was really young my mom told me that if i were to touch myself down there besides for going to the bathroom, that my vagina would fall off. Didn't make sense to me then, but it did scare me.

I was probably 6 or so when I was at a guy's house who was my best friend. We used to play with dinosaurs together and all that stupid crap... and one day his mom was going to have us take seperate baths... and we asked to take one together. We thought we would have looked about the same naked, and were so confused when his mom refused to let us take a bath together. We played together all the time... why not take a bath together?

So I guess it was then that I started to figure out there was a big difference between guys and girls.

when i was little me and this one girl always hung out.
One day i told her that i needed to pee. i went into the bathroom ,  and being a little kid i didnt aim too well. I rember that she said how did i miss? I was like ... how wouldnt i?
She said i had to sit down . Then i said only when i "poop" I Asked her if she ever missed ? she was angry at me . I was saying how it would be hard to always aim "our" peepee's great.
She told me she had a vagina...Humm a "vaegina" . She was like yea see. I always knew we were diffrent but it never really hit me how diffrent. It was fun like a ill show u mine u show me urs . her then me then her then me. we laughed . Then i think she made me play barbie or somthin .it wasnt gay cuse i was able to use action figure's( thats what i tell myself)

OH yea lol then next week or somthin my mom had her period and my brother asked why she was bleeding ( he saw some blood in the toliet) She said she was ok and it came from her peepee. I told her she lied , it was a vagina ,and said that " the girl " showed me . "WHAT" she yelled... "i mean told me told me" .
Close one but i got away with it.

i remember back when i was five i was over at a friends house hanging out. We were at his grandpa's house and i was using the restroom. so my friend tells me to look at the magazine by the toilet called penthouse. I am flipping through it trying to figure out why he wants me to look at it when i see a picture of two naked chicks spread eagle. i didn't get a very good look at it all, but i did notice that they had a different anatomy than i. Later i told my friend about this saying it looked like a second "butthole" and he told me that's what people call a pussy. despite trying i don't think i figured out what pussy meant until at least two years later when i found the home medical encyclopedia with diagrams. On a side note, the medical encyclopedia was more of my sex ed a couple years down the road than i got from anyone else.

But i do have to add that i never actually saw a naked girl until the summer after the ninth grade, which happened to be the time for a few firsts for me. It was my first real kiss, the first time i saw a girl naked (in real life, not including pornos) and the first time i ever fingered a girl.

[QUOTE=Quote (WallyLlama @ Nov. 19 2004,03:29)]What a great thread! Too bad it's sorta lost in this topic...[/QUOTE]
Hope moving it to this topic helps ...

That was great eDJ

I don't remember being aware of my sexuality that young. When I was 11 my girl friend and I found her mom's adult novels and would lie in bed reading them. I would feel my arousal down there but had no idea what that actually meant except that I would squirm and it was hard to breath normal and sometimes have to pretend to go pee so I could rub myself to ease the pressure.

Now when my daughter was 3, I was watching 4 little boys. I walked into her room and saw them all around her and in the middle of pulling her panties down. I asked what they were doing and they were pretending to be the doctor and paramedics. She had been in a car crash and needed to have her clothes off right away to get checked by the doctor. Needless to say they didn't play in the bedroom much after that.  

What a great thread! Too bad it's sorta lost in this topic...

One of my more pleasant childhood memories is playing doctor with a grade school playmate. It's pretty funny now, because neither of us really knew why we liked doing it. It was usually pretty tame... we'd pretend she had a broken leg and I'd pull her dress up to "examine it." I confess I still like white panties. LOL I swear she suggested the game as often as I did... I still see her once every few years and have been tempted to ask...

A few years later I was approached by a very worldly but younger gal who thought we should play doctor. I pretended I didn't know how and she was quite descriptive and convincing! Funny, she was not very popular, but definitely a "hottie" if that can describe a 9-10 year old... I remember I asked my best buddy if he thought I should kiss her if I got to screw her. For a whole lot of reasons, her and I never got to play.

We lost touch when she moved away... I learned later that she'd had several kids by the time she was 16 and was living in a home for juvenile delinquents. She really WAS worldly.

There's a lot to be said for childish innocence and the discovery process...

As a 3 1/2 year old my parents bought a house from a couple
who had a daughter a couple years older than I.  Their daughter was known for exposing herself and at times removing all her clothing and running naked.  Nothing wrong with her mind, it is just some children do this.  I have a cousin who did similar when she was about three.  Drives the adults crazy though.

Well, I was standing at this new house and she was standing on the porch which was about.....well my face was about even with her crotch.

She begins to ask this other girl...how do you spell "pull"? Her girlfriend tells here p-u-l-l.  So she says the letters.  Then she says how do you spell "down"? Again her girlfriend tells her and she spells it.  I didn't know what she was getting ready to do, but she spelled pants without asking the other girl. Suddenly she was naked below the belt and her P**** was inches from my face.  She was smiling this impish smile
and I feaked and ran.

I knew what I saw wasn't anything like mine.  My mother had told me that if I touched my penis for any reason except to pee....that it would fall off.   I figured she had done just that
and was wanting mine as a replacement.  So, I ran like hell.
I didn't want to say anything as I feared we would both get a whippin and worse yet a lecture with theological undertones.

I never knew if her girlfriend told anyone but I never went around her again until in high shcool we had an English class together.  I think she had forgotten all about it...at least she acted that way.

This was my first actual view of the female genetalia and I knew it wasn't like mine.  It is said that little boys and girls don't truly understand why they are boys or girls until they
know that their genetals are what makes them boys or girls.
I've known girls who would hear their brothers talking about
hurting their "peters" and the sis thought hers was called a "peter" and asumed she had a "peter" too.  When they played the guys would go behind a tree to pee and sis would go home like mom had trained her to.

Later when I was about seven my dad had a mens magazine full of nude/naked women.  I would go find it in its hiding place and marvel at what I saw and the effect it had on my penis.  Looking at those women made me get hard.  Later some of the guys in my neighborhood were talking about this and the same was true for them.  So I knew women had something to do with why my penis got stiff.  I began to put it together that the girl looked different and maybe I would insert it into her there.  This logical progression came to me before I was eight.  Earlier I had wondered if guys inserted it into a girls rear and peed to make babies...as I heard all this talk all the time about aunts and uncles having babies, seeing the aunt pregnant and listening to the older women's mythological explanations of "secret zippers" to let the baby out etc.  I was "street wise" beyond their wildest imaginations,
and knew just what they looked like from then on when they
were feeding me a line of BS.  

No flies on this kid!

eDJ