As a child, I was always eager to learn 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 fell, hitting my leg hard on the ground. I cried out “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 clean my mouth with soap. I was a sobbing, tearful mess, to the point I was doing that strange crying, stuttering, hiccuping sound. She stopped scolding me and said “Who taught you that word?!” Of course, I told the truth and said “M-m-my teacher t-t-t-taught me that word!” and she started ranting 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 got quiet 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.