On Being Careful about What We Say

I remember sitting in the back row of the bus coming home from school one day in sixth grade. I learned a new word and I couldn’t wait to find a chance to use it.

I came home, did my regular 11 or 12 year old things, and then found a chance to use it just before dinner.

I do not remember if my mom actually washed my mouth out with soap or if she threatened to if I ever said it again.

Real or imagined memory, I can still taste the soap.