Actually, the first big talk I remember was … how can I put it … the “Don’t Be a Manipulative Bitch” talk. LOL
I was well into my 11th year when I really began to understand the power I had as a female over boys. I showed up at home with a really nice bike that didn’t belong to me. My mom asked me where I got it, and I answered that a boy (I forget his name) said I could use it any time I want. To my mind that meant that, since I really liked it, I could just take it home and use it all the time. Anyway, she immediately told my dad, and they took me into the den for a big talk. I understood what they were saying, but I still didn’t like taking the bike back. My dad followed me and drove us home.