So we were way too young, I was 14 and he was 15 and we both walked to school together, we met at the same corner. one day he came over to my house after school and no one else was there and he set himself upon me and my life forever changed. My mother came from a very conservative and prudish background and I had never had the talk about sex, and when he started to push himself inside of me I was truly unaware of how it was done. When he finished and he pulled his penis out and we both looked at it and he told me to clean him and I had to touch his penis I was in a world I knew nothing about. This was the first time that he had put his penis in a girl. At that moment neither one of thought about the consequences of what he had done or how our lives had just changed.

When my mother and little sister came home we were sitting on the couch listening to the radio. My mother called me to the kitchen and asked me what a boy was doing in the house when I was alone, and that I had to ask him to leave. It was too late, as she was talking to me I was getting pregnant. My mother was the first to notice that I had missed my period. She kept a tight reign on pads, which is all we could use then, and she noticed that I had not used any. My sister was still not menstruating, but I had been for about a year. We waited for my period to start, every day she asked me if I was bleeding, evey day she checked my underwear for any signs of blood. Two months went by and still no period. That is when she asked me what had happened that day with that boy.

I was taken to the doctor, he was the old family doctor and to me he was really old. This was serious examination, he was not gentle with me at all, he questioned me severly. Then he took a blood sample and told my mother he would call with the confirmation, it would be a confirmation because he was very certain that I was pregnant, but better to wait for the confirmation. The confirmation came via a phone call to my mother. With that confirmation I became a whore.

With my father, my mother and I went to the boy's house. They took me over there with a suitcase already packed. The discussions between my father and his mother did not last very long. I was dropped off there and I was now banished from my home and I would live with my baby's father. The only other interaction I had with my parents was when they came down to the justice of the peace to sign the papers so that I could get married.

Once married I became a part of my now husband's home and I was treated as a wife. There was no teenager any more, I was a wife and I was pregnant and all the teenage life was over. I gave birth in our bedroom with a mid wife, and fortunately everything was ok.

While my husband went to the war, I stayed with my inlaws with my two children, and we waited for him to come home. It was a very long wait. Every letter that came was a lifeline, I have kept every letter he sent. I wrote him a letter every other day, because that is what we did, whether he got them or not, I sent them.

My husband worked for the local utility after the war and he passed away many years ago now, but I have him in my heart every day. I have several grandchildren and several great grand children.

I bring this up because one of my granddaughters is pregnant. She is not quite as young as I was, but pregnant nevertheless. I told her mother to be grand, and hug her close. She needs her mother right now, I did, but my mother was not there for me.

This is not a thing of these times, it is a thing of all times, and we should all remember that it could happen to anyone of us. That is why I am writing this down. be grand, your daughter needs you.