Oh wow. So this one is pretty weird.

I grew up with a single mother and she kinda avoided telling me about the birds and bees until a very late age (perhaps 8 or 9). When I asked her how she had me, she just said "I wanted you very very much". So my 4-year-old brain decided that, well, that's how reproduction works. A woman can decide to become pregnant and if she wants it hard enough, she gets a baby. Now, what are boys for then? Simple. Someone has to lift the heavy things and reach the tall shelves and help take care of babies.

I think that this misconception shaped my view of gender roles and gender dynamics at a very young age. In a way, I think that in many ways it still has its impact on my view of the world.