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No kids here, but this brings back one of many memories. I was just learning to read, so I'm guessing I was somewhere around 5 or 6 years old at the time. We were driving through a not so nice part of some city. My parents in the front seat, my brother and I fighting in the back. My brother looks at me and says, "Read that window over there." Trying to show him how good I was, I very loudly pronounced the letters I saw. SH-IT. My mom freaked. I told her my brother had made me say it. She didn't believe me until my dad finally said he heard me and my brother's little conversation. Needless to say, my brother ended up getting yelled at instead. I love memories like that!
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