Today’s Daily prompt asks
Tell us about a time when everything seemed to be going wrong — and then, suddenly, you knew it would be alright.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us SAFETY.
I can remember learning to say the last remaining sound I needed.
The neighbours thought it was a great joke that I said, “Ha-ha, isn’t it sunny?”
“She can’t say her efs!”
One morning I made my mind up to master it. I went out into the back garden and wandered along the concrete paths, SSSSSSSSS, SSSSSSSSSS, SSSSSSSSSS, Ph!
I rushed back indoors.
“Mummy, I can say ph!”
So I could say funny and foot, face, finger and four (although my counting may not have progressed beyond, “One, two, three…lots”).
A few days later I thought up my first joke.
My godmother’s surname was pronounced Slee and we always referred to her as Auntie Mary Slee to distinguish her from a relative.
I asked, “When is Auntie Mary Flea coming to see us again?”
My mother panicked. She didn’t realise I was having a bit of fun. She really thought I didn’t know any better!
So I could say, “ph”, but it wasn’t quite safe! (And I had to exhale to do it!)
Related post: https://suestrifles.wordpress.com/2013/04/06/f-is-for/