My Mum was very young when she fell pregnant with me; he was 17 and hadn’t known my Dad for very long – by my calculations a month. He was only 18 and by the time I was born they both turned a year older and got married. I don’t really know the exact ins and outs (you don’t want to know when it’s your parents, do you?), but I gather I was conceived after my Dad invited my Mum to his home whilst my grandparents were out, and cooked her a meal. It’s funny because my Dad hardly ever cooked when we all lived together… maybe he was put off due to what happened!

Therefore, I remember my Mum telling me from a young age to make sure I didn’t get pregnant like she had. I was so naive about sexual matters back then. When I was at primary school a boy in my year suggested that we should have boyfriends and girlfriends. There were only six of us in the same year (it was a very small school), just three boys and three girls.

The best looking boy, Christian Willoughby, was the one who suggested this idea so we all wanted to be his girlfriend. I think we all took it in turns to be girlfriend or boyfriend with each other. The idea was we were to sneak off down to the bottom of the playground out of the beady eye of the playground monitor, and then we could kiss. I clearly remember refusing to kiss either one of my ‘boyfriends’ because I was worried I might get pregnant! That’s right; I thought kissing could lead to conception! I hadn’t even started my periods so it would have been a miracle if I had! I think I agreed to hold hands, as that wasn’t dangerous in my eyes!

I do, however, remember we went on a school trip and stayed away for a night in the New Forrest, and Christian became my boyfriend on this trip; I may have taken him ‘away’ from another girl by telling a small white lie because I didn’t want to be Colin Eatwell’s girlfriend! One night Christian asked to see my ‘private area’, shall we say, and I showed him! What a floosy. I wouldn’t kiss a boy but I was happy enough to flash!

At my primary school we had to do country dancing. I remember once that while we sat waiting to dance, Christian (yes, him again!) told me and the other kids who were sat nearby how babies were made – sparing no detail! I was gobsmacked by this revelation. I didn’t believe for one moment that my parents had done that to make a baby – to have me AND my brother. My mum had never told me this – obviously she may have over exaggerated what kissing a boy can do but never did she mention the birds and the bees! Of course being so naive, I told Christian that my parents did not do that, much to the amusement of him and some of the other children (who possibly didn’t know either but didn’t want to admit to it!) He told me to ask my parents when I got home and see what they said. There was no way I could ask Mum if she and Dad had sex – I was too embarrassed. So the following day, when Christian asked me what my Mum had said, I told him that he was right and they had. Yes; I lied!

Despite my brief flasher moment, I didn’t actually have sex until I was 17, when I was in a relationship with my first boyfriend. Believe it or not, kissing alone doesn’t get you pregnant and neither will anything more, as long as you’re careful! ;o)