at some point during my childhood i decided i didn’t like corn. i liked most other vegetables. i certainly liked butter. but something about corn really bothered me. a roommate made me try corn on the cob when i was 23 and i enjoyed it.
sometime during elementary school, i remember using a word i’d read, (and subsequently looked up in the dictionary,) in conversation with a teacher and she laughed and told me that wasn’t what that word meant. when i explained that i’d looked it up in the dictionary and how i’d used it was technically correct within that definition, she told me about “connotation.” that may have been when i started to think language can be fun.
as a toddler i had imaginary pet parakeets named thelbert and pardee that sat on my shoulders. i would talk to them and sing them songs. my mom got us a pet parakeet and we named it thelbert but one night when i was sleeping our cat scared it to death.