Ow, my shit!: When I was a kid, I was always excited to learn new vocabulary. When I was in first grade, my teacher taught me that вЂњshinвЂќ was another word for leg. Later that day, I was walking with my mom, when I tripped and hit my leg on the ground really hard. I yelled out вЂњOW, MY SHINвЂќ although my mom heard вЂњOW, MY SHIT.вЂќ She started yelling about how that was a bad word and we didnвЂ™t say that word, and she was going to wash my mouth out with soap. I was a crying, bawling mess of a child, to the point I was doing that weird cry, stutter, hiccup noise. She paused in berating me and said вЂњWho taught you that word?!вЂќ Of course, I told the truth and said вЂњM-m-my teacher t-t-t-taught me that word!вЂќ and she started ranting about how she was going to call the school and get that teacher yelled at. I tried to explain, вЂњT-te-teacher said that shin meant leg IвЂ™m SO SORRY ILL N-N-NE-ne-never say it again.вЂќ My mom got quiet and realized her mistake. вЂњвЂ¦What did you say?вЂќ Of course I started crying harder and I said вЂњNO itвЂ™s just a test youвЂ™re going to wash my mouth out with soap again.вЂќ When I finally calmed down enough to say it again, my mom apologized and to this day I always say вЂњshinвЂќ loudly just to see her face blush.