I swear a lot also. My parents never reprimanded me for swearing, I've been doing it since I was really young. But I never got in trouble for it at school or whatever. I knew when and where I could swear, namely when I was alone with my family.
Funny story about me cussing as a kid too. So I'm five years old, and I'm in the car with my family. We drive by the house of a girl in my kindergarten class (I recognize it since it's where she gets off the school bus). Her name's Katie. I don't like Katie very much. I say, to no one in particular, "Hey, that's where Katie lives!" I then proceed to roll down my window, stick my hand out, raise the middle finger, and scream "Fuck you, Katie!!" at the top of my lungs.
My parents, in the front seat, each have a smirk on their face. They look at one another, sort of baffled. My dad turns to me and asks, "Son, why'd you do that?"
"She's a bitch!"
True story.
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