Anecdote #36: My Dad told me about sex. I was probably 8 years old and already knew the basics from piecing together the sketches out of Khalil Gibran and what I heard during 3rd grade recesses. He being a medical photographer, responsibly and somewhat awkwardly, decided it was something that needed to be discussed on a clinical level. I remember I had a mug of milk I was working on and he had a book. The book was a pop up book on sex for kids, (really!?). I remember when he got to the part about the penis entering the vagina, I tried so hard not to laugh, milk came shooting out of my nose.