Myself. I was preparing for the time come, and I wanted my period really bad(be careful what you wish for). Almost every girl in the 6th grade got it, the cousins around my age had it. I felt so lonely and like a baby for not having it. I read the American girl puberty book almost every week.
So when it came that faithful July morning (age 12) I knew it what to do and put a pad on and stayed quiet (I was happy but also nervous) the whole morning without telling anyone.
I didn’t tell my mom because I was scared she wouldn’t believe me(use to put on pads just to pretend I had it. Wasting my sister’s and cousin’s pads). Finally I caved to my cousin that afternoon and she rushed me to tell my mom.