Raising them in Freedom in a closed society.

When I was 7 or 8 years old me and my patents and two older sisters lived in Amsterdam. One day I entered the bathroom and my father stood there with his still very big bare penis, sperm all around it (I didn't know what it was at that time, of course) washing a rubber thing. It was late '50 and at that time there were no condoms we have now, but the were for multiple use and had to be washed after use. My parents were members of an organisation called NVSH (Dutch Organization for Sexual Reformation) and that organisation was selling these condoms. I asked him what he was doing and he said that he was washing the rubber and that it was used to avoid that I got another brother or sister. Decades later he told me that I told him not to use them because I liked to have another brother or sister. My parents were very open about sex and the magazine of the organisation was the first and most important source for me and my sisters in our sexual awareness. Only when my mother's very fundamental religious family came to visit, the monthly magazines were stowed away. Later, I guess I was 8 or 9, but more or less in the same period, I saw my father laying on my mother and moving for- and backwards. It was late in the evening and I had woken up. I stood there and had no idea what the purpose was of their movements. I just stood beside them and they saw me and for a moment they stopped and froze. After a few moments they just laughed and continued by saying 'you can look or go back to bed'. I stayed and they turned around, my mother riding on my father. It was the moment that I saw that daddy's 'thing' was inside my moms 'not thing'. After a while (it took quit a time with this very thick multi-use condoms) it were moving very wild and screamed and than they stopped. My mother stood up and I saw my father's 'thing' with the rubber condom with white stuff in in. Had no idea, but will never forget it. The next morning they explained to me that that was what most fathers and mothers did and that it was big fun but that you had to be very careful becuase you could also get children from that big fun. I said that I didn't mind because I wanted to have more brother and sisters. Much of what I wrote above was remembered to me by my parents when I was much older. They had never forgotten this. I hope they still make love in heaven, but for my very fundamental christian family they probably are in hell.

ps. My parents, when I was young, called a penis a 'thing' and because it was not there on my mom, they called it a 'not thing'. Later they they just called it penis and vagina, to keep it more or less biological.