We all remember shocking, life altering moments in vivid detail. What were you wearing when JFK was shot? Where were you when you heard Princess Diana died? What doll were you cradling in despair when you discovered there was something called “sex” and that your parents were having it?
I was cradling Molly, the nerdy American Girl. If she was strong enough to get through World War II as her father fought overseas, perhaps she was strong enough to bring me comfort in troubling times.
Here’s how it happened:
My sister, 10 years older than me, had a friend over. They were chatting about some movie, flipping through magazines. I was casually reading a book from the “Little Critter” series, when I overheard something very interesting. My sister’s friend glanced over at me and, acknowledging my innocence, carefully said, “They were trying to get pregnant so he took her to a fancy hotel.”
I adjusted myself loudly in my plastic, bright pink, blow up chair. It never occurred to me that something had to happen for a woman to get pregnant. How were babies made, anyway? And, what does a fancy hotel have to do with it? I took mental note of my clues. Mom would have to be interviewed immediately if this mystery was going to be solved. It took a few attempts to roll out of my blow up chair when my sister and her friend invited me to go get ice cream.
The investigation was going to have to wait.