Once, when I was in high school I went upstate with my then boyfriend's family. They had a nice house, with a lake near by. We kissed with tongue there for the first time. I kissed him, actually. So we were making out all over the place, and just being teenagers in love. About 16 years old.

We went to the lake once, me and him. There was a man, in his 30's playing with his kid. A toddler. And watching them two, in the setting sun, him raising the kid in the water, above his head, providing support for his child ...I got a very intense fear of being infertile. I don't have that fear anymore. I don't care if I have my own children....I could adopt.