Ensler has interviewed women of all ages and a certain memory of a girl when she was five was, “My mama tells me in a scary, loud, life threatening voice to stop scratching my coochi snorcher. I become terrified that I’ve scratched it off down there. I do not touch myself again, even in the bath. I am afraid of the water getting in and filling me up so I explode… I still want to touch myself, but I don’t”(Ensler 76). The story then follows the child when a peer punches her between her legs, to when she was jumping on the bed and “impales my coochi snorcher on the bedpost” (Ensler 77). She then begins to tell the story of when she was ten years old and was raped by a father’s friend. The story ends with thirteen-year-old her, she says, “My coochi snorcher is a very bad place, a place of pain, nastiness, punching, invasion, and blood. It’s a site for mishaps. It’s a bad-luck zone. I imagine a freeway between my legs and, girl, I am travelling, going far away from here” (Ensler