When I was little I had learned about the existence of deaf people. There were none in our family so I think I heard about it in school. I never saw the word written, so when I first talked about deaf people to others I called them "death people" as the word sounded so similar. It's common for the human mind to make up what they heard when they didn't hear something correctly. My brother Zach harshly criticized me for it. I felt very small. That was the pain of being the youngest, you always felt like only you made the mistakes. I'm sure Zach said some stupid crap like that when he was younger than me.