When I was younger I couldn't say the word three. My mom would patiently try to get me to make the "th" sound. "Thhh, thhh, thhh, three!" After which I would furrow my brow, and repeat after her. The first sound would come out right --"Thhh." And then with another look of determination --"Thhh." One more time, my mom now beaming at me with pride, I'd make the sound --"Thhh!" At which point, now thoroughly emboldened by the encouraging look on my mother's face, I'd blurt out "TREE!"
Fortunately, this experience left me with no ill feelings towards my mother, the phoneme /θ/, or the number three. I can now articulate it without a hitch. In fact, it is now among my favorite numbers (along with 11, 27, and my social security number, which I won't list here for obvious reasons, but happen to think is one of the prettiest possible collections of 10 digits--lucky me!)
I am a writer, artist, desert dweller, pizza lover and compulsive list maker.
This is my life, counting by threes.
Fortunately, this experience left me with no ill feelings towards my mother, the phoneme /θ/, or the number three. I can now articulate it without a hitch. In fact, it is now among my favorite numbers (along with 11, 27, and my social security number, which I won't list here for obvious reasons, but happen to think is one of the prettiest possible collections of 10 digits--lucky me!)
I am a writer, artist, desert dweller, pizza lover and compulsive list maker.
This is my life, counting by threes.
