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when i was in about 2nd grade a girl said to my friend F**k you. and i wispered to my friend "what did they say?, duck you?" i was totally unaware of what it meant. so my friend informed me that it was a bad word.
once at preschool, me and some other kids stuck up our middle fingers, having no clue what it meant, and my mom who worked at the day care told me and my friend tabitha that if we stuck up our middle finger, we'd get struck by lightning. since lightning is usually accompanied by dark clouds and rain, and since there was none i thought it'd be ok just this one time, so the 2 of us kept doing it...and then there was this teengage boy who worked there and said, "she just stuck up her middle finger. she's gonna get struck by lightning!" i didn't learn until i was in grade school what it actually meant.
When I was little, my grandparents used to read the Bible to me. There are a few times that it uses the A word. I got upset because I thought the Bible was cussing until my granny explained that it wasn't a bad word if you use it in context. A few days later, I was acting up, and my dad said he was going to bust my a... I flipped out and said, "Ooooom, you said a bad word. You didn't say it in context." Without missing a beat, Dad goes, "Well would it be in context if I said I'm gonna bust your donkey?" I laughed my head off.
When my sister was 5 and I was 7, her, me, and my mum were trying to train my dog. I told her to "sit", but the dog didn't move.
My sister then said "You have to talk in a baby voice" so she went up to the dog and started saying saying "shit" because she thought it was sit in a bad voice. My mum started laughing, but then said "That is a naughty word, don't ever say it."
I knew what my sister meant, so when I started school that year and the teacher said "Sit down" I thought I was going to cry.
man.. i used to have the worst sailor mouth when i was about 3. i was watching tv with my grandma, and some kids were playing outside, and making a lot of noise. So i stood up on the couch and shouted " shut the f*ck up! i'm trying to watch some d*mn tv!"out the window. lets just say i tasted soap for the next two weeks.
When my little brother was really little he already knew the expresion 'damn it', but he also knew he wasn't aloud to say it, only grownups could. The only time he ever said it was when something went wrong for our dad. Then my little brother would chant "Say damn it daddy! Say damn it daddy!"
When I was about five or six, my parents had a friend who would come over a lot. He was telling my dad one day that his daughter had bought a parrot, and he was very angry with her for teaching it "the F word".
When I asked what this word was, my mum replied that the F word was "Bog off, fancy friend"
I corrected her, and said that fancy friend was not rude, and she said that Bog off was. And when I said that Bog off does not start with F, she said "Yes, but Fancy friend does"
I used to believe that "biscut" was a bad word when I was younger. My dad would always say, "Son of a Biscut." I tought it was a bad word until I asked my older cousin about it when I was 9, he was 10.
When I was like 2, my dad was watching Monday Night Football, and before the commercials, it said "we'll be back after this commercial break", so I stood up on a chair and repeated it, and my dad's all "what did you say?" and i thought I was in trouble, because when he said that, it usually means I said a bad word, so I started crying, and my dad's like "ok time to go to bed, your too sad to stay up" but I didn't hear him b/c I was screaming at the top of my lungs, so he picked me up and then I'm thinking "man I must've said something really bad" and my mom woke up and heard me screaming, and my dad was like to my mom "she said---" but i like pinched his mouth shut b/c i didn't want to get in what I called "double trouble" so he had my fingernail marks on his lips, and I never said that again.
On this site, I've actually seen some publishings about the same story as mine. But here it is anyway: When I was younger(about 8 years old) I saw the movie "A Christmas Story" where in a scene Ralphie accidentally lets the word F***K slip out of his mouth(oops!). And me, picking this up, I always thought swearing was coolor when I was a kid. I thought it made you seem older. So as you probably know, in the movie, it replaces it with the word "FUDGE". So whenever I got angry or really mad I'd grow into a fit of rage saying FUDGE repeatidly, over and over....Until I got a kick in the pants from dad....
In kindergarten, we believed that if you stuck up your pinky finger, that was the bad finger instead of the middle finger. This created a lot of confusion for our teachers when we said that someone stuck the 'bad finger' but we meant the pinky.
When my sister was a baby everyone was trying to teach her to talk. My mother would always say she "shit" her diaper when she would have to change her. So one day when my sister dirtied her diaper I screamed, "Hey mom she shit her diaper!" And of course me being the big sister and her always looking up to me she had to copy my word. And the first word that came out of my little sister's mouth was shit. For awhile that was the only word she would say. And of course I couldn't understand why I would get in trouble for it and not her.
When I was 9, I used to believe telling somebody they were buff was a cuss word. Considering I heard it on television and had no idea what they were talking about, 6 years later, it's kind of funny.
When I was little I would get confused in which word was okay to say "damn" or "darn"...Of course I always used the wrong one and my dad would let me have it...Now that I am an adult I realize I was confused because damn is the word my dad always uses, however he says God d@^* .
When my younger sister was little (about 3 or 4) she thought saying 'shut up' was bad, so whenever someone said it she would start yelling at us.
When I was in second grade, I was in a combination second/third grade class. Of course we idolized the third graders--they were the grownup kids, they were cool. One day at recess, they told us that if you stuck your middle finger up, you would promptly die and go to Hell. That didn't sound like a lot of fun.
When we were on vacation, I tripped and cut my middle finger. When my mom tried to get me to hold just that one up so she could put the band-aid on, I started screaming and crying and telling her I wanted to go to heaven.
When I was really little, maybe three or so, I got really into musicals. (What little kid doesn't like movies where everybody sings and dances the day away?) Anyways, one of my favorites was Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, but, being three, my words never really came out very well, so whenever I tried to sing along to the song, it came out "Shitty Shitty Bad Bad". When my mother told me that "Shit" was a bad word, I somehow pieced together that the entire song was about not saying bad words.
At some point, we were at the mall and some random group of teenagers started cussing. Imagine everybody's surprise when I let go of my mother's hand, strode over to the group and began my rendition of "Shitty Shitty Bad Bad".
I used to be afraid of saying "ax" because it sounded so similar to the a word, I thought if I said it, I'd get in trouble.
When I Was 5 Or 6, I thought that saying curse words was really funny. I heard them from my parents and I learned most of them. I knew I couldn't say them around my parents or I would get in trouble so I did something really stupid. I would run around this circle of my kitchen, living room, and front room. When I would go through the front room I would say every swear word I knew really fast and then laugh hysterically when I ran through the other two rooms while my parents would be really confused. I would do this on average about 30 times!
Back when my brother was about 7 or 8 he was playing "horse" out in the yard with his friend in our basketball net. Once his friend had missed three shots and had gotten, H, O and R, my brother exclaimed to my mother "Look! He's a hor!" (pronouncing it as whore)
my mother got embarassed and asked what it meant...after realizing it was just the game, she never said anything else