I can't even remember. Is that bad? :p

When I was about 8, I watched in amazement as my father picked up and threw my elder brother through the screen door for using the F bomb in front of my mother. And my daddy was one of those wonderfully gentle and loving men. I can remember the actual thought process of, "Hmm... remember not to say THAT in the house!" I said it for the first time when I was a senior in college.

The interesting part is, everyone was so stunned, it had a gazillion times the shock value - there was total silence!

I'll admit it, it was about 2nd grade. It started when we were singing, "Miss Susie had a steamboat..." :p

like 5th or 6th grade...I still dont cuss around my parents though...well try not to...other than that I cuss like a sailor.

I can remember saying "shut up" in front of my mother in 4th grade. Then it all went to hell after that! I have such a potty mouth. You'd never know I work with children year round! I almost like it when I see up tight people cringe when I drop an f-bomb. My friends are amazed by the language I use around my mother. I never cuss at her, just with her!

Oh, Sweetie, I would pay very real money to EVER hear my mother use that word!! I think she'd rather die first - she has her own company, and overheard someone say it once, and told that woman that she (the woman) would be on the street before she said that on HER time again!

And now y'all know how I became such a goody two shoes!

I've always been allowed to curse, so it was never a big deal to me.

I remember getting in trouble around 4th grade for calling someone a "jackoff".
High school I cussed, but as an adult I have a very foul, unladylike mouth!!! F-bombs are regular words for me!
I try not to talk that way in front of my mom, but sometimes I have too.

Probably while very young...my parents don't cuss a lot, but when they do....wow. I swear like a drunken sailor on leave in Shanghi.

My mom does get on me about it every now and then. However, I tell her it's just in the family (I come from a Naval family).

I can remember when I first heard two curse words.

In 1st grade we had a calendar on the wall w/ different notible things on each day. Well my friend went and ask me how to pronounce some guys name that was on there (he had invented something). I don't remember how it was spelled but it looked like it should have been pronounce b*tch. So thats what I said and all my friends laughed and were like "omg, you just cussed"

the 2nd one was in 4th grade art class and one girl called another girl a hoe. I was like "why on earth did that girl just call you a gardening tool". Then everyone clued me in that it was a bad word.

The only words my family said when I was growing up were damn and shit.

I said mild stuff in high school. I didn't say fuck until Freshman year of college when I had a jersey girl living across the hall from me and every other word that came outta her mouth was the F-bomb. Somehow it just became habit for me too say it too, in fact by the end of the year 80% of the hall had started saying the word.

Supposedly my baby sitter's rebellious HS age son taught me to say F### you, and I said it to my mom at about age 2.

Regular occurance was probably 4th grade, but I remember distinctly having a conversation early on in 6th grade with a friend about how it was easier to get away with saying words like that, now that we were older and "ruled" the school...whatever.

Now my parents and I routinely curse all the time in front of each other...

give me number nine!
 

;) Hello, operator!

My parents never censored themselves, and neither did any other Serbian parents I knew. I guess the situation was harsh enough that words had to reflect it!

I actually got into a lot of trouble when I moved into the U.S. when I was 14 and used 'swear' words in regular sentences. It took me a long time to understand that I was getting in trouble because I wasn't supposed to be saying certain words.

I went to Catholic school through fifth grade, so I didn't even really hear any foul language until I transferred to public school in sixth grade. I brought home some interesting new vocabulary words...

I think the first time I said anything that could be considered swearing, was when I was about 6. My dad was yelling at me about something (he was always yelling at me about something) and he said, "Up your nose!" So I said, "Up yours!" - honestly not knowing that that generally referred to another part of the anatomy. :eek: I couldn't sit down for a week after that.