When I was about three, my parents and grandparents took me to a restaurant. One of the rules my mother had was that no one was ever allowed to say curse words around me. But you can't stop people from saying things when they're angry or upset.
So, we're in this restaurant, and I spill a big glass of water. Then, in the loudest voice I could manage, I yelled the most vile stream of curses I could think of.
"DADGUMMIT LORDY ME I SWEAR!"
We still laugh about this today. I'm 38.
A childhood belief about swearing
others believed things like this
- My parents used to own a Restaurant. I belived the lobsters in the tank were pets.— Ned
- I thought the tip jar at the restaurant was so people could give the chef cooking tips for how to cook better.Anon
- I used to think you had to get special permission from your parents to use curse words— zeitgeist
- I used to believe that "BYO" was a name of a restaurant.— Ames
- I thought that my parents chose my cousins, and was upset when my mother wouldn't let me add one.Anon
- I thought there were some swear words so bad if you said them you would go to jail!— Mexicrat