I remember watching the King of the Ring '98 match, with my grandfather, mom, and little brother. I was 12, and the moment he fell off the cell, was a life changer for me. See, my mom knew I cussed (as well as 12 year old could), but, I didn't dare say any of those words in front of her, because she was mom. But, that night, was the first night that I cussed in front of her and the ONLY time my grandfather ever heard me. When my little brother tells the story, he loves to throw in how he was seven and heard me, mom, and granddad all say, "SHIT!" at the same time.