I was in the 4th grade when I found out about it. I was probably one of the last to know, because I still didn't talk to anybody.
A boy walked up to me while I was standing around at recess. "Don't you know how it happens?" he asked. "What?"
"Fucking."
"What's that?"
"Your mother has a hole . . ." -- he took the thumb and forefinger of his right hand and made a circle -- "and your father has a dong . . ." -- he took his left forefinger and ran it back and forth through the hole. "
Then your father's dong shoots juice and sometimes your mother has a baby and sometimes she doesn't."
"God makes babies," I said.
"Like shit," the kid said and walked off. It was hard for me to believe.
When recess was over I sat in class and thought about it. My mother had a hole and my father had a dong that shot juice. How could they have things like that and walk around as if everything was normal, and talk about things, and then do it and not tell anybody? I really felt like puking when I thought that I had started off as my father's juice.
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