When I was seven, I was in swimming lessons. I was getting changed back into my street clothes in my 'cubicle' when I saw the f word written on the wall.
I thought F*ck was a funny name for some kind of mushroom.
I repeated it until I was scolded by my parents and my sister and we got out of the building asap. I finally learned that f*ck meant something radically different than a mushroom.
A childhood belief about swearing
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that if you stepped on a mushroom it would rain. Anon
- I used to think if a tornado sucked up a poisonous mushroom, it would die.— Will
- My brother used to tell me that the squidgy bits in mushroom soup were owl guts!— Kirsten
- i used to think the word "friendship" meant a special kind of rocketship that you went on with your friends.— chips ahoy!
- My sister used to think that "spit" was a bad word. She meant "shit".— "Spit!"
- I thought my parents had written "Don't Worry, Be Happy".Anon