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i believed the f-word was fart until i was about 8.
When I was about 5, I thought "beer" was a profanity, and (wait for it) smacked a family friend on the lips for saying the word-- I was actually offended! Boy, did he look confused.
When I was six, I had some cousins whose parents were very strict with them in most everything. I remember saying to them "No way, Jose!" From their reaction, I ended up beleiving the name Jose was an actual swear word for a few years after.
When i was about three for some reason i called Kentucky Fried Chicken, 'F*cky Fried Chicken Kentucky'... i never knew why my grandpa kept asking me to say what my favorite resterant was.
When I was about 6 my mum always used to talk about tatty ard sheep or so I thought, until I pointed out some tatty ard sheep one day whilst out for a drive in the car, my dad had to pull the car over he was laughing so much apparently my mum actually called them tatty arsed sheep and I'd just misheard her.
My parents would refer to bowel movements as B.M.s. I don't think I figured out that it was an abbreviation until I was in high school (I guessed that it was a word spelled sort of like "be-em," but could get no straight answer regarding this). Sometime later, one of my younger brothers used the term "B.M." around some friends at college, who had never heard the expression before in their lives! They were delighted with this new ersatz "bad word," and took to using it in creative ways. "Anyone in the bathroom?" "I am! I'm B-ing M!"
I used to think that "crap" was not even mildly offensive and that "shit" wasn't a cuss word, up until I was about 6 and a half. Until then, I'd occasionally mutter
"shit crap" under my breath when I was angry. How ironic that they mean the same thing, so I was essentially saing "poop poop!!!"
When I was in highschool, some friends of mine learned German, and they carefully looked up in the dictionary how to be abusive in German. They used to say to each other (and anyone else who wouldn't slap them) "du bist eine runzel hahn" -- meaning "you are a wrinkled cock".
Once I was in University my family had a Swiss exchange student come and stay, and somehow this came up with her. She at first looked puzzled, and then said "why did they find it so offensive to call each other wrinkled rooster?"
When i was young about three or four i use to like kentucky fried chicken but i had torouble getting my tongue around kentucky so i use to ask my grandma if we could go to fucky fried chicken. I think she came close to a heart attack every time i said it
I was 9 years old and in a video store with my grandmother. A box for one of the Child's Play movies said something about Chuckie (the murderous doll) being "one mean S.O.B." I knew what S.O.B. stood for, but I asked my grandmother anyway to try to get her to say the word "bitch." She instead said it meant "son of a bad guy," so as not to use bad language in front of me, but for a while I thought my grandmother was an idiot.
My father used to curse, 'Damnation!' from time to time. I always thought he was angry at the country-- 'Damn Nation!'
I believed till probably about 11 years that the word "hassle" was profanity, from my father's livid use of it at one time. I think I confused it with a similar sounding word.
I didn't know some swear words were worse than others.
My third grade teacher pulled three of us into the hall and made us tell the bad words we were saying on the way to school. My friends said, " I said damn" and "I said shit," so to be different, I said " I said fuck." The teacher grabbed me and said, "Do you know what that means?"
I didn't, and I sure didn't say it again for a long, long time...
My immigrant family tended not to interact very much with neighbors, so I seldom played with kids outside the family. So I thought that the people in my family were the only people in the whold world who knew any "bad words." I couldn't imagine that anyone else knew them, much less would say them.
You can't imagine my shock when I got to college and was living in a dorm with others my age. They knew the very same bad words! And what's more, they actually said them out loud. I couldn't figure out how they had learned them on their own.
When I was younger I was told by my parents that "foxy" was a bad word. Years later I went to the school library and was shocked to find the book "Foxy" on the shelf. I was so afraid to check it out of the library because I was sure that the librarian would contact my parents to tell them that I had checked it out so I sat there and read it at the library. After finishing the book (it was about a little fox and her adventures) I honestly thought that my parents were crazy to think that foxy was a worse word than shit, cock or fu*k.
I thought that "bastard" meant turkey, so I said to my dad, "You bastard." He told Mom, who made me look it up in the dictionary and apologize. (He was the 6th son out of 12 children)
I used to think it was illegal for swear words to appear in print. Then one day, a classmate brought Frederick Forsyth's novel "The Odessa File" to school and showed us a page that had the F word on it. I was shocked but pleasantly surprised to see it, and as we read that sentence to each other, we felt like rebels!
In my first year of teaching, I had one of my second graders come up to me and tell me that Johnny had called him the "E" word. Knowing the "A,B,C,D and F" words in their entirety, I had NO idea what the "E" word was. So I asked Johnny to whisper in my ear what the dreaded "E" word was... so Johnny said. "Idiot". I about died laughing on the spot.
When I was two years old I thoght the F word was a good word. So when a old lady came in front of my mom I said
That "That fucken' lady dosen't know how to drive." Then my mom toled me it was a bad word.
I know I am only one of many who, as a small child, thought that the worst thing anyone could possibly say was "shut up." When I worked briefly with 4- and 5-year-old kids in 1979, I was amazed to find that there were still kids who thought the same thing!
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