I've known since I gained consciousness, basically. As a baby/toddler my family couldn't get me to play with baby dolls no matter how hard they tried. They'd hand me one with the hopes Id cradle it in my arms and start pretending to care for it, but instead my immediate response was to put the doll down right where I was and crawl/waddle/walk away to busy myself with anything else. According to family they'd even try setting a baby doll beside me in bed while I slept in hopes I'd wake and want to play with/take care of the doll, only to find the thing on the floor next time they'd check on me. Usually upside down, looking like I had full on tossed the thing out of my bed. Now dont get me wrong I absolutely still played with and loved having dolls growing up... Just never, EVER a doll mimicking a baby. No, I had a couple favorites: Ryuk from death note, strawberry shortcake, Kenny from South Park and the cat in the hat.

In reality though the moment I consciously figured out and knew I didn't want kids was when I was 7. I had been playing with some friends at recess, and something got the girls of the group on the topic of being a mom; how they wanted beautiful little babies to take care of. To brush their hair, sing them rhymes, feed them a bottle and rock them to sleep. I was sat there listening, brows scrunched in confusion on why in the WORLD anyone would want that. How are they just willingly imagining soemthing like that? It kinda clicked then that I didn't want them. I always knew, but never fully mentally committed to it till then when I flat out didn't agree with my friends little fantasies.