Leorah M. • Colorado • 25
I was 11 and I woke up to a ton of dried blood on Saturday morning. I waited until my dad left for work and then told my mom. I was pretty freaked out and embarrassed (but also a little excited because I'd been reading a lot of Judy Blume recently and I kind of couldn't wait for it to be my turn) and I made her promise not to tell my dad.
Of course she secretly did tell him and the next night we had steak for dinner and my dad gave me a pair of little pearl earrings.
