Here's another example of my thrill at hearing the magic word 'enema' and another childhood conversation in which I both heard and spoke it.
When I was ten, I had a good friend named Royce. He lived in a sort of kid-isolated neighborhood and when my Mom would drop me by his house, Royce and I played together alone, without any other kids around.
One summer afternoon when I was visiting Royce, his mom left to go shopping, telling us stay at the house while she was away. We were on the back lawn playing with a bunch of his toy cars, trucks, and things, both of us on hands and knees on the grass. I drove my car away from Royce and was surprised to feel something poke at my butt which was facing him. "I'm going to give you an ENEMAL" Royce said. I looked back and saw he was holding a black tube that went with one of the trucks and was pretending to put it into my ass. "I want to give you an ENEMAL" he said.
What the heck, I thought? ENEMAL. ENEMAL. What was he saying? ENEMAL?
Well, it suddenly clicked that he meant 'Enema' and I was very excited by the realization. Royce wanted to give me an enema! But why did he call it 'ENEMAL' -- why the 'L'?
Royce and I had a long and wonderful conversation about enemas and I discovered that ''ENEMAL' came from his mom's always announcing an impending enema by saying something like "An enema'll make you feel better" or "An enema'll bring down your fever." She always seemed to tell him what the "enema will" do to/for him and he mistook the word. I could understand since I had originally misunderstood the pronunciation myself.
Royce and I admitted to each other that we enjoyed getting enemas and he took me inside and showed me his mom's big red open-top enema bag hanging on the back of the bathroom closet door. Unfortunately, we had no chance to do more than look at the exciting enema bag since we heard his mom drive up outside.
We did have conversations about our enemas after that time, but never had a the chance I certainly wanted (and know he did too) to explore enemas together.