Cussing is my only “vice”. It was handed down from my parents and all of my siblings can curse. I’ve worked hard my entire life to curtail it…but it appears to be so ingrained.
My parents swore, but I never heard the F word come out of their mouths. My father came here from Holland in 1913 when he was 8. He used to swear in Dutch, so we never knew what he said. I was the baby, so probably heard my siblings too. It wasn't until I was much older that I picked up the F word.
Unfortunately I said it in front of my youngest son Jason one time too many. We were in the checkout lane in a grocery store one day. His older brother's nickname was "Boo," and he was picking on Jason who was seated in the child seat in the cart. Jason suddenly screamed out: "Boo, you dum-dum f***er you!! There was dead silence in the store. I was so embarrassed. Got out of there as fast as I could.