Unlike some I was all primed for what would be happening soon - Mum (now 85), a former nurse, had given me a book called Peter and Pamela Grow Up and explained it.
I announced it proudly coming down the stairs and was promptly given the white elastic belt and a huge cotton wool hammock to hang from it ...
Later she said her mum hadn't warned her and she thought she was dying. She remembered the grim business of secretly washing folded cloths in a bucket so grandad wouldn't notice. When she started using tampons in the early 60s her mum reacted as if she'd 'gone on the game.' I'm so grateful she prepared me.
I soon graduated to the press on pads which mum hadn't much knowledge of since she'd had a hysterectomy and her familiarity with those supplies stalled there.
There was a brand called Vespre in an orange cardboard box that I particularly liked - each pad came pre-bunched to fit your contours instead of having to get bunched. So much more comfortable, but I don't think they're around now.
There was a horrifying incinerator with the Bunnie logo in the girls toilets at school - the sound of hell bursting out everytime you used it. Mum always called pads Bunnies.
I was late to tampons; 18, a virgin and at uni. I remember buying KY jelly because I was so scared of putting them in. The first time I had to steel myself and lay on my bed feeling I'd ACHIEVED something.
Those plastic applicator ones ... With the sharp teeth ... I mean, what?!!!
We were all terrified of toxic shock syndrome, read about it in Jackie magazine and probably accounted for me starting them late.
Menopause finally freed me from it ten years ago, I never got to the moon cup and I don't think I would ever trust period pants ...
What are your memories?