As a toddler I had no need for the English language. I had my very own way of expressing myself. My sisters could translate some of it by using pictures. I would say something and they would get out various books and when I spoke they pointed to things until I nodded.
An example; I once informed them that there was,”A howashay bin da cowashay”. After pointing in several books and my tantrums (they weren’t very good at it) we took a walk around the farm until they finally understood. “There was an elephant in the cowshed”. I was the only one who could see said elephant and much had to be taken on trust. 🙂
One day an electrician came to do some work and so I assisted him, fresh meat 🙂 I chatted away to him and filled him in on all the farm gossip, probably about animals or what my imaginary friends and I had been doing and I most likely told him about the elephant in the cowshed incident. Upon leaving he posed a question to my mother.
“Nice kid, when’s he going back?”
“Back where?” asked mum
“To France, he is French isn’t he?”
“No! He’s my son.” Picking up on my mum’s tone the electrician probably decided not to pursue the conversation and left.
Let me set the scene a three year old boy on a farm all day by himself (and you thought Forest Gump was strange) Your parents are in their forties and you have two older sisters. One of them relishes pinning you to the floor and licking your face or tickling you until you pee your pants. The other one listens to Rock’n’Roll, jives with you and tells you that Elvis is really God.
Your role model is a pretend friend called Johnny (cool name) and you have a pretend girlfriend called June (birthday month). You also have a horse called Red (no idea). June is quite lovely but always being kidnapped by red indians Native Americans who tie her to a tree. Most of your day is spent sneaking into the enemy camp and releasing June, getting nettled, tying dock leaves to your legs (eases the sting) and inventing things that don’t work. The Native Americans only speak Sioux or Crow, June and Johnny only speak via you; whereas you, at three-year-old don’t have anyone to talk to.
And they wonder why I had my own language.
Loved today’s blog… took me back to my childhood of imaginary friends! 🙂
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Thank you I’m glad I’m not the only one lol 😀
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Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing.
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You’re welcome, thanks for reading 😀
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Awesome clicks…Nice Post.
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You are a master of story telling Charlie!
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Thanks Patricia and still loving your art, particularly the cactus 😀
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Thanks Charlie, happy trails!
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Gwib jib diddy da go do……….
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😂😂😂thanks Gene 😀
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An excellent piece! Funny and thoughtful. My younger sister used certain words as a toddler that I still throw at her today. Here are a few . . .
bee ga – TV
buppy – your ass
Stain stain – down stairs
national geo grock git – national geographic
Steve Martin had a funny bit about applying the wrong words when speaking to a three year old child, so that once they hit school they would USE those incorrect terms, i.e. calling a dog a toaster, etc.
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Excellent, love your sister 😀
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My middle child had her own language. Her older sister would translate for her. It was cute lol but sometimes fustrating. Thanks for sharing. Glad to know it is normal!
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That’s cute, I’m not sure if it’s normal but there are probably enough of us to form a minority group 😀
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Precious!!!
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I enjoyed reading your post. It took me back to childhood days, when baby sister had her own language which could be deciphered only by my grandad. At times it was quite frustrating and it made us all laugh sometimes. Good old days!
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I bet she was a princess, yes little kids are so funny when they are learning to speak 😀
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I suppose she’ll still one😂😂
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Haha, aren’t you all 😀
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Well, not all girls dream of being a princess. There are exceptions too😉
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It made my day reading this! It lighten my mood as I can relate, although in a different scenario, in my childhood days!
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I’m so glad and thanks for reading 😀
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It’s so imaginative to make your own language. I tried as a kid for fun to write my own, and am now in the throes of actually creating one. The necessary imagination required really brings me back to childhood. Thank you so much for this post. I really enjoyed it 🙂
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Thank you, I’m sure you’ll write a post about your language and I’ll look forward to reading it 😀
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My friend says I’ve my own language: gibberish
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Haha yes that’s about it, but we know what we mean don’t we 😜
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Yes we do, you just gave me a blog to post about if you don’t mind me borrowing your title?
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It would be an honour 😀
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