6 years old, in 1st grade. My dad had taught me the phonetic alphabet the night before.
I'm sitting in class with nothing to do, having finished the very important task of writing down the counting to 100 by 2's, 5's, and 10's for the umteenth time. So I started to review the phonetic alphabet in my head.
Alpha, Bravo, Charlie ...
...
Quebec, Romeo, Sierra,
uh, hmm what's 'T'? Darn it, can't remember the 'T'.
I know, I'll ask my teacher! She's a teacher, she knows everything, right?
So up marches I to the teacher's desk and asks the question: "Excuse me Mrs. Pickel, what is the phonetic alphabet for 'T'?".
She looked at me and responded: "Tuh"
"No, no, Mrs. Pickel, the phonetic alphabet for 'T', you know, Alpha, Bravo, Charlie. What's 'T'?"
And with infinite patience, and likely thinking she had a real dummy on her hands, my teacher again responded: "Tuh, T sounds like Tuh, now go sit down."
"Thank you Mrs. Pickel, yes ma'am." And so I went back to my seat, not having any more knowledge than I did before about the phonetic alphabet for 'T', but now completely enlightened to the fact that my teacher was a fraud.