Random memory time!!

When i was in elementary school, we moved to New York. Being that we lived down south just prior, and my dad being a farm boy from Texas, I had a southern accent. I was made fun of relentlessly.

As any elementary aged kid would do, i tried to compensate, to fit in. I tried to talk like my friends at school. at one point, my father started to make fun of me for talking like my friends, and then proceeded to tell me to ‘cut that shit out’.

So, i did what any fledgling nerd would do…. i cracked open the dictionary, looked up all the words i could think of that i used regularly and found the proper pronunciation. I got in the habit of looking up new words just to make sure that i was pronouncing them the right way.

later in life, people would tell me that i don’t sound like i’m from anywhere. and that kinda fits, cuz i’m literally not from anywhere in particular, having moved around so much.