When I was little, I believed that babies were created through prayers to God. I never really asked my parents where they came from, because I had always heard my mom say that she "Prayed for a baby girl, and then I was born," so my little brain logic thought, that's how babies are made. Of course, I was up for a rude awakening when I officially found out (about age 11) the exact process, and had to put two and two together. I found out at school, health class, my mother had no idea that I had made such an assumption, and was waiting for when I'd actually ask about it, or when I'd start to show signs of needing to know so she could have "the talk". I think she was a tad sad that school beat her to it for the most part, but it was a nice segue for her to fill in the gaps that schools usually left in that area.