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In this recording, I tell the story of how determined I was to learn just exactly what the F Word referred to, the mystery beginning on the day I witnessed my (now husband) neighboor “flip the bird” to his brother, then seeking explanation of what that hand-sign meant, not receiving any satisfactory answers to my 7 or 8 year old mind. My quest for an answer led me to another neighbor’s house, where, upon her answering the door, I quickly thrust my hand in her face, making the “sign”, (so mysterious!), demanding that she tell me what it meant. She too refused to answer my question, sending me home, to “ask your mother”. My neighborhood friends were all a little older than me, hence, they already knew what the F Word meant. Before making that trek back up the street, to my house, I asked her to position my hand the EXACT WAY, lest I get it wrong when I show my mom. She laughed, and made my little hand into a fist, propping up straight my middle finger. Fearing I might lose the “sign”, or forget the exact positioning, I walked all the way back up the street, about a block, with my right arm stretched out in front of me, essentially flipping off every passing car, person, and elderly neighbors on their porches.To say that I was a nerd is an understatement.I also have this recording, telling a short ditty about the first appliance I ever owned -My Penguin Refrigerator (on blog)andMore fun 1970s memories, including this story, in this collection -~Shalimarlady Amy