I was 5 when I went to live with my grandparents and youngest uncle who was 15. I could read before I went to school, so one day apparently I was writing a story, when I asked my uncle " Uncle, how do you spell sipona?", that was a new one to him so he asked me to use it in a sentence. “You know , one sipona time”. He thought it was a funny story that he had printed in a local paper long after I was an adult. I thought it was questionable for 2 reasons, one I never called him uncle, and secondly I was a very non-humorous child.