When I was a kid, I was always enthusiastic about learning new words. When I was in first grade, my teacher told me that “shin” was another word for leg. Later that day, I was on a walk with my mom, when I tripped and hit my leg on the ground really hard. I shouted “OW, MY SHIN” although my mom misheard “OW, MY SHIT.” She began shouting about how that was a bad word and we didn’t say that word, and she was going to scrub my mouth with soap. I was a crying, bawling mess of a child, to the point I was doing that odd crying, stammering, hiccuping noise. She paused in berating me and said “Who taught you that word?!” Of course, I honestly replied and said “M-m-my teacher t-t-t-taught me that word!” and she started going on about how she was going to call the school and get that teacher yelled at. I tried to explain, “T-te-teacher said that shin meant leg I’m SO SORRY ILL N-N-NE-ne-never say it again.” My mom fell silent and understood her mistake. “…What did you say?” Of course I cried even harder and I said “NO it’s just a test you’re going to wash my mouth out with soap again.” When I finally calmed down enough to repeat it, my mom said sorry and to this day I always say “shin” loudly just to see her face turn red.