I remembered another one. My mom had a miscarriage because she was exposed to a little bit of the X-ray when my brother went to the emergency room for his broken toenail. I may have known about pregnancy, but I never knew about miscarriages, so when I was patting Mom's belly in church one week, she said the baby wasn't there and just left a mess. I was all, "Oh," and never thought about it again, though she got pregnant again not long afterward with the middle brother whom my brothers and I insisted on calling him "Johnny", though the moment he was born, we stopped calling him that. Which is odd, I don't know why we did that.