Mine started at a really young age. I was 9 and my mom and sister took me to go see Disney’s “Hunchback of Notre Dame.” We were sitting in the theater, and my stomach hurt, but I didn’t want to leave because we only went to the theater once a year. The movie ended, and the house lights came on, and there on the seat and all over my yellow shorts were puddles of blood! I thought I was dying! It was the first I got my period. Ironically, before school let out for the summer, we had the video and “talk” at school about the joys of “Aunt Flo.” It never dawned on me that my monthly gift came then because I thought teenagers did. Thankfully, my sister claimed to the theater that it was her fault and she had a jacket with her big enough to cover my body so the theater didn’t see it was me who caused the mess.