But then, when I moved a whole four hundred miles East of the island of which I lived, to sunny old England (slight sarcasm?), everything changed. The trees were darker, the air was foggier, people lived at an incredibly fast pace. But most importantly, the English said the aplhabet differently.
I began to end the alphabet with 'zed', which really makes no sense. A....B....C....D....E....F....G........ and ZED. I mean, ZED, really?!
All of a sudden, my life was flipped ipside down. It was a travesty. It was a revelation. It was a new way to end the alphabet.
No longer did the 'ABC, won't you sing with me' apply to the alphabet. After zed replaced zee, life really was never the same.
It was one of the most confusing fimes of my childhood, before the whole 'grarss' instead of 'grahss' incident happened, obviously.
And, until the very end of my days, I will always stand by the fact that it is wrong that zee was horrifically slaughtered from the alphabet.