I was about 12 and a half and on holiday with my parents and grandparents in England.

We went out for dinner the night before and I noticed a stain in my underwear when I went to loo but thought nothing of it..Until the next morning, when I had bled through my PJ shorts.

I'd already had "the talk" at school and from my mum, but I went to the bathroom and panicked that I was gonna bleed to death. Then I calmed down, thought logically and told my mum that I was bleeding..whose first question was; "Is it really heavy?" Yes it was.. She got me sorted then.