Turning 13, I was in the bathroom one day, and noticed an unusual item in the wastebasket. Pulling it out, it turned out to be my mother’s recently discarded menstruation pad. I unwrapped it, staring at it, and realizing I knew very little about this. I smelled it; not very pleasant, but somehow fascinating. About every month, I would find another two or three, and put it close to my nose to smell it. I wondered if this was wrong or kinky for a teenage boy to be interested in.