Just that....

I was probably 8

7 or 8

5
I was told we were moving from Mobile to Kansas City.

When I was 5, I had never heard the F word but was willing to learn.
I saw and heard my 5 year old cousin telling off his mother on the back porch;
"ninny!" no reaction
"poop!" no reaction
"ass!" she slapped him across the face.

I had heard those words before, but this gave me insight into the power of each.

My mom was 5 months pregnant with me. She ate lutefisk.

How the [bleep] should I know? I can't [bleep] remember that kind of [bleep] [bleep].

Hahaha. Tff. Winner, winner...

Almost as far back as I can remember. My most recent use as an adjective about 5 minutes ago. As a verb approximately an hour ago.

Really, while present in the English language as far back as the penning of "Pilgrim's Progress, the word seems yo have become entrenched in American slang in the 1960s, or at least that's how Iremember things. Correction last use as an adjective 30 seconds ago referring to my cell phone.

5 or 6???

I was probable 6 or 7 . Learned the word from some older kids. Spoke them to my friend and by the time I got home my Mother already knew about it and was waiting with a bar of soap to "wash my dirty mouth out"

I lived in a very small town, word traveled fast.

Hard to say, punishment would vary between mom washing my mouth out with soap or dad reintroducing my ass end to his belt. Probably 7 or 8, wasn’t anything to document the exact date.

When you or your friends start saying it around each other is meaningless. It's when Dad and his friends are totally cool saying it in front of you that you are a proper adult. Still don't say it around the pretty brunette that popped me out of her very often, though. Mom can swear a blue streak if she wants to, as can her sister. The wimminfolk they produced are comfortable with it as well. Doesn't mean I'll break out the UD grade filth I've come up with around them

Third effing grade. No clue where or how I'd heard it as I was pretty sheltered. But I thought I'd invented a new word.

After school I asked if I could go to Toms, mom said no. Well FUQK! why not ? My really religious mom nearly lost her mind, the absolute worst azz whipping she ever gave me. Broke a yardstick, then grabbed a shoe. I started crying so bad & screaming what was wrong, what did I do? & she finally realized I didn't know any better. She proceeded to inform me it was bad & she better not hear it again,,,, she didn't, not from me anyway.

Yep! a clear memory.

Gunzo,
I thought my brother and me were the only ones that got the yardstick treatment.
.not that we didn't deserve it.

I don't remember, mom knocked me out.

Life was never really the same after that.

I have no idea.

No idea, but not that young. I'd never heard a grown man use the word till my first summer working at a ranch out here when I was 15. Old ranch manager used it liberally lol.

When I grabbed the delivery doctor by the throat when he slapped my ass.

Can’t remember,but what brand of soap did your mother prefer? I do remember my dad’s bar of greasy Lava was not tasty…

Hate Forsythia bushes to this day. Had a big one at the back corner of the house. But the most feared thing was being handed a knife & told to go cut a switch. Tried bringing back little ones, & was told added licks would be added if the next one wasn't proper.

I was a well mannered child most of the time,, or else.

My first word at 1 year old

Grew up w livestock. Probably was on the tit while mom tried to help or back something up.

Wasn't something heard much.
Even drunks in the bar didn't drop F-bombs if kids or women were around.


Mom went to beauty school after Dad died, she was about 35.

"I learned stuff from those young city girls I'd never heard in my life.
Not from Dad (mining town raised, WWII vet, alcoholic), your Dad,
or the loggers and truckers at Luke (paper mill). And I was around truckers from 4 or 5 states when I hauled wood to the mill."

I don't use it around ladies or kids, but I sure have adopted it
in other environments.
Sometimes, I offend myself when I realize how many times it was used in one statement. Or how many sentences have one.

"But I didnt say fudge"

I was probably about 25, was a few years into construction before I picked up the language.

Never heard a cuss word at home ever, did at school obviously.

Kent

I distinctly remember it. I was 8 and a friend of mine said it. I went home and said it to my mom and got my arse beat. I couldn’t understand why at the time either as I didn’t know what it meant.

Eight. I heard it from an older boy. I went back home and brought out my newly found treasure at the dinner table.

My mother honestly did not know the word or what it meant. Dad did, and explained it was not for polite company.

Was fishing on Jennette's Pier in the OBX, my mom was with me I caught a crab. She told me I had to take it off the hook. Story goes I told her I wasn't f##king with it. My grandpa laughed and quickly walked away. I wasn't allowed to hang out in the shop much after that.

I doubt it was the first time but after a week of deer camp at 15, pass the f^cking salt at dinner time was a big no no.

How old are you…12??

My mom was sickly all of my early life, so I spent most days at my dad's American Gas filling station. We had that old 104 octane "white gas" so all the hot rodders hung out there. So, not sure exactly, but it was young.
However, one morning before school I said "F..K It" after not getting an answer from my mom about what I was wearing for the day..........my parents had a pretty strict dress code.

My dad thought he heard "fu...you" to my mom.
Dude had smoke coming from his ears and no explaining was going to work. Had to be early elementary because I remember the red of his forehead was about the same as the red shag carpet we had in the 70's.

He actually MADE my mom slap me across the mouth.

To this day, I have never cursed a woman for ANY thing. Including my vindictive former spouse.

Was in the Grocery with mom, asked her to buy Buck Wheats, about a year later I figured out what I got knocked out for.

Bout 1955 was trying to impress my brother with my new found vocabulary and got slapped halfway across the barn. He further scolded saying that was the language of colored people and we don't talk like that. I never in my life heard him use crude gutter or ghetto terms although he was far from being religious.