When I was a child I rarely admitted defeat, but there is one lost battle that still haunts me to this day.
Perhaps it was because the lower case “t” resembles a cross or that "Hooked on Phonics" just didn't work for me, but for part of my childhood I called church “turch”. Until one day when our pastor’s daughter, who was five years… I mean a little younger than me, corrected my spelling error. I had no choice but to accept my humiliating defeat.
I think that is why I started to take spelling bees so seriously.
And why I like harassing others about their misuse of the English language.
And for the record "blogs" are free from any grammatical scrutiny.
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