Lightly Salted

I was raised in a home in which swearing or cursing of any type was forbidden. Even the TV, which we only had access to late in my teens, was censored in this way. A single swear word was enough for the program, movie or documentary to be switched off and that program banned. I recall one incident when I had my arm shoulder deep in a rabbit burrow attempting to retrieve my pet ferret, when the feisty little fellow decided to lock his considerable bite on my hand to teach me not to interfere with his hidey hole. I couldn't help it, I spat out the word "Damn!" before biting my tongue. Dad clipped my ear fairly solidly saying "That's enough of that language!" I felt a certain justification and pointed out that the circumstances warranted a little leeway in my opinion. He was unbending.