My first vague memory about this subject comes from a very young age, 4 years old.
I remember clearly as day light that I was rubbing myself on a long shaped pillow. I remember so well the sound of my mother’s voice she was so embarrassed “Scarlett STOP THAT”, at 4 years old all I knew was that it felt good.
Fast forward a few years I’m now 14 going on 15 and I guess you could say that I was a little like the Nabokov’s portrait of a nymphet. I found an older boy and I blossomed for him like a flower. I remember that sex was not what I’ve imagined it would be at least not for my immature unready still childish body.