As a child, I was always enthusiastic about learning new words. When I was in first grade, my teacher taught me that “shin” was another word for leg. Later that day, I was strolling 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 scrub my mouth with soap. I was a crying, bawling mess of a child, to the point I was doing that weird cry, stutter, hiccup noise. She halted her reprimand and said “Who taught you that word?!” Of course, I truthfully said 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 attempted 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 realized her mistake. “…What did you say?” Of course I started crying 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 say it again, my mom offered an apology and to this day I always say “shin” loudly just to see her face blush.