Even several shots around the wound to numb the flesh didn’t detract from the relief that I felt. And as we waited for the anesthetic to kick in, I decided to impress the doctor with my innate knowledge of human anatomy. “Is that the inner ear canal?” I asked, pointing to an illustration on the wall.
“No,” he said. “That’s the female reproductive system.”
Perhaps realizing that one day in the not too distant future I might develop an unwarranted reputation for sexual perversion if I didn’t know what goes where, my mother decided that my father should talk to me. At least I think that’s what happened.
But we didn’t get far.
Excerpt from Fish, Frogs, and Fireflies: Growing Up With Nature.