I was relatively mature, I understood most things by the age of twelve or thirteen. Once during a break, I bled a lot down there, and my pants were stained red. I wasn't panicking at all; instead, my classmates were very scared.

I spent half a day explaining to them what a menstrual period is, and what 'aunt flow' means!

Until the teacher came and told me that boys don't have this, and I should hurry to the hospital~