I don't remember it. I was only about 4 years old, but as told by my mother . . . . one day I came home from the neighbor kids' house rhyming. My friend's older brothers had been teaching us how to rhyme and I couldn't wait to show my mom. I walked in the door rhyming. "Truck - *^$#, Pit - ^&&$" I danced into the kitchen continuing on. The Palmolive was already in Mom's hand when I danced in. Of course she felt bad once the deed was done because I had no idea what I was saying. I still don't cuss in front of my mom.
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