Naked Barbie On The Beach

I had always been sexually inquisitive. As a young child, I experimented with other children. These memories, although somewhat faded, are jolted into rememberence when I recall the time I got caught. A friend and her mother were visiting, and the daughter and I were in the basement. We had played like this before, so I was terrified and shocked when she ran upstairs and told on me. My mother apologized profusely, and I assume they left before my mum layed me across her lap and gave me the worst spanking I ever would get from her. This was ironic, considering she always talks about how 'gentle' her spankings were for me and my brother.
Nothing could really stop me, though, and I found immense interest in reading Life books and collections of nude art. After sharing an painting of a nude girl eating pizza on the beach with some kids who came over for a haircut (my mother cut fellow homeschoolers' hair for extra money), the children's mom called up. Her daughter had told her that I had showed them a "picture of naked Barbie on the beach". My mum asked me about it.
I lied. Of course. I was only about six years old, had very little social tact, and only new my books...my pre-approved books, my pre-approved videos. My pre-approved activities. When my mother came close to the art book I showed the kids, I half-fessed up, with a non committal "ohhhh, I miggghhht have showed them some art..."
I learned a little bit about puberty before I learned about sex. My pediatrician gave my mother and me a paper on puberty for girls on an annual checkup. My mother tried to hide it from me; I guess she wanted to surprise me with boobs for my birthday or something. However, I'm a snoop, and if something pertains to me, I'm going to find it out one way or another. I believe that particular time it was whining, coercion, with a little diplomacy. My mother told me a little bit about what was on the paper; breast development, body hair, pubic hair. I caught a glimpse of the word menstruation, but she wouldn't talk about it. I couldn't even pronounce it.
I can't really tell you what I felt about the thought of puberty. I checked for changes a lot. I was jealous that my friend was developing faster than I was. But I just kind of ignored it. I don't remember when 'this' grew or 'that' grew. Until I realized what had happened to me. That there was

no going back; that scared me like nothing else did, but I didn't know why.