My first word my mom never talks about, she talks about my sister's which was book, brother's which was mama, but not mine.
here is what happened. Because of my hearing problems, I only heard what was shouted...not nice things are often shouted. My parrents fought alot, so I heard alot of what was shouted.
Well I was a late talker, which they didn't know why until I was tested in school.
While I was in a penicostal church with my grandmother. I stood-up in the pew and shouted "Godd@mit Grandma."
Everyone heard it. Grandma would not take me back to church untill I was at least 5.
A heretic from the get go.
But in daycare and preschool, I was always in trouble for swearing like a fish. Then they put me in time out and I would cry my eyes out cause I could not understand what I did wrong. I did not learn that swearing was "wrong" or at least inapproprate until I was at 5 or so.
Still dont think it is wrong, just some people are sensitive.
Jojo
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