Personal Narrative Analysis

I’ve always had one perspective when it came to sexual intercourse, it was wrong. Perhaps my mother managed to drill into my head that it was a horrible, shameful thing, or maybe I just taught myself that it was a disrespectful, dirty thing to do to yours and another’s body. I can’t honestly say I know why I started thinking this way about it, but what I do know is that it simply seemed like something that just wasn’t for me. I never really argued myself on it, and I never really thought about it. Although it was still an extremely “hot” topic while I was in junior high, I chose to listen to those conversations instead of becoming one of those conversations. It was pretty easy to avoid it all in junior high, easy enough actually. People seemed more persistent while I was in high school, but I always managed to find some way to get them to give up in the end. Friends and peers were the easy ones to get rid of. My real problem came from someone I least expected. My very own cousin.
Nonetheless, she and I practically grew up together. She was only about a year and a few months older than me. We could’ve possibly come out from the same mother. We were somewhat the same when it came to size, looks, preferences; I could relate to her on just about anything and everything. The only thing we ever argued about was sexual intercourse. It seemed to me that she saw it as something that everybody should be doing to everyone. This seemed so unsanitary to me that it made me sick just simply thinking about it. We were constantly trying to avoid the topic, just because we both knew it would always end up in a fight. We were doing quite well; until the summer before my freshman year that