When I was a kid, I apparently thought a lot of myself. Case in point, when I heard someone use a word I wasn’t familiar with, instead of wondering what it was or asking, I just thought they were really stupid.
I’m 5 years old at girl scout camp and hear some mother say that it’s drizzling. I’ve never heard this word. I think she’s too stupid to know that it’s sprinkling.
Age 6, I hear some friend refer to crayons as Crayolas. I think she’s too stupid to know how to pronounce the word crayon. Turns out, I had been using generic crayons (i.e. Prang, the worst crayons on the earth) since preschool.
I still have a massive yen for a giant box of Crayola, you know, with the endless colors and the sharpener in the side, because I was SO jealous of the kids that had them. I’m an adult now, and I think I should probably just go and buy myself some crayons. And a coloring book.