Worst Timing Ever!
I was 11 and at a boys house, the day before I was to start a new school. I had little to none close friends who were girls that I could tell, and so I kept it a secret from all but my parents. After a while I made some really good friends, but every year on September 1st I am reminded of that joyus occasion. My attitude towards my period has certainly improved since then, and I am much better of an advise giver because I can say things other than “this sucks”. Happy Bleeding! :)