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One day when I was four my mom was teaching my little brother to say frog... well he said couldn't make the r sound. I yelled "He didn't say frog he said fog".... My mom thought I had said the f word and for years after that I thought fog was a bad word.
When i was around 4, i thought "dead" was a bad word. I also thought "Forget it" was a bad word.
When I was in 2nd grade I was spinning the globe and saying the name of the country the my finger landed on. Well, Fate felt like smacking me in the face.
I had heard very few curse words when I was little, so when my finger fell on Niger I said n*gger and everyone said" OOOOhh!" Then I knew I was in trouble.
I used to think that the word b**ch was a smell. I remember thinking "Aw man that dish rag smells like b**ch. I still know what the smell was too and sometimes when I get a whiff of it that word still pops into my head.
I once 'almost' swore in gradeschool. I said the word buster, reffering to a classmate but he thought i said 'bastard'. The whole class later started to scold me and threaten to tell the teachers saying i would be expelled. I thought there was some sort of conspiracy after that against me. I've kept my mouth quiet around them ever since although NOW they are the ones who swear about everything.
When I was young I thought each time you said too many bad words, you'd turn into a donkey. However tehre is proof this is in fact false, since I remember in the 4th grade my classmates would curse all day! I wonder why they werent punished
When i was a little girl my mum heard me say a really bad word. She told me that it was ok to say this word even though it wasn't very nice but under no circumstances could i say the word redsocks. So from then on whenever i wanted to swear i said redsocks it wasn't until i was about 18 that my friend asked me why i kept on saying redsocks? i was soooo mad at my mum for making me look stupid
I believed that "bad words" (shit, fuck, damn, etc.) were illegal up until a certain age. I thought that when I turned a certain age, I would be able to say all of them as often & freely as I pleased. I also believed that "idiot" was a curse & so i never said it. & I got mad at my friends when THEY said it, because I thought they were cursing.
When I was little my dad told me that it wasn't nice to say butt. So one day in the car my dad was talking and he said "...but I had to" After hearing this, I immediatly said, "Daddy don't say Butt, it's a bad word." He then had to explain to me that there were two kinds of but(t)s. hmm..?
One of my earliest memories was as I was learning new words, I got very confused by cuss words, particularly Darn and Damn. I couldn't remember which word was the "OK" word to use.
Imagine a 2 year old suddenly shouting "DAMN!" after tripping!
I used 2 beleive that if i stuck my head behind the sofa and sweared my mum wouldnt ear me.I used 2 do this all the time until i realised she could hear me and she made me tell her what every single word i said meant..obviously i didnt know i was only 6! lol!
I used to think that "damn" was a really bad swear word, but it was in one of my favorite songs at the time, "The Search is Over" by Survivor. I was shocked but rather excited by the badness of this, and I used to play it really loud and sing along in front of my mother, just to see what kind of reaction it would get out of her. She didn't notice at all. I wasn't sure if I felt triumphantly naughty or just disappointed.
I used to believe that you had a 'swear line' in your body. Each time you swore, you filled up a space on the line. Once you ran out of space, you died! Luckily Biology cleared it up.
when i was a jewish kid growing up, at the age of about 10, i heard from one of my friends that if you swore, you would go to hell and be with the devil. one of my other friends informed me that the devil went around and cheated people out of souls, and then kept them to work for him. well, i always had a spark of perverse evil in me, so i figured if i went to hell, i could find a way to talk the devil into letting me work with him and i thought it would be so exciting to collect souls with him. i had never sworn before in my life, but after that i started sweraing A LOT and made it my goal in life to go to hell and assist the devil when i died. i'm still working for it!!!
I used to believe that BS meant big stinker. One day my mom told mer that some uncle of mine had died. I didn't even know I had an uncle so I wasn't upset. I said "What a BS." My mom grounded me for a week. I was 9 then.
I remember in middle school I had read some detective novel or another where one character describes another as a "sonofabitch," just like that, all one word. I misread it, and thought it was a neat, new curse word I had never heard before. I didn't realize until high school that "snofabitch" is not a real word.
I used to think in spelling class that we would learn how to spell every word that existed. So, therefore, I couldn't wait until we got to the lessons that contained the swear words. I was a bit disappointed when I learned that wasn't going to be the case...:)
I used to believe "fuck" was an even worse word for "penis" (I was around 7, "penis" wasn't said louder than a whisper, if at all).
When I was very young I knew all the swear words, I also knew my parents would punish me severly if I got caught saying any one of them. Then I heard my mom say "shit" when she thought she was alone, she had this evil look in her eye that scared the crap out of me. It took me 10 years to realize that even if I had uttered a swear word, my mom wouldn't have thrown me down like she did with the phone all those many years ago!
When I was in a scout group, one of the scout leaders said "shit" accidentally, and I asked her what she'd said, so she covered by saying she'd said "seventy-two". We were having fun with this and going around saying "Oh, seventy-two!" like it was a bad word.
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