There wasn’t.
All little 6 year old boys from Fort Worth Texas, black or white, talk just about the same.
But then when we moved back to Forrt Worth when I was 12, I caught a lot of crap from my new classmates down here who tortured me over my “Yankee” accent.
“Yankee kid” they called me.
I had to forgive them and move on.
They were just mad they had lost the Civil War.
Some of them are still mad.
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No one can ever place me. When I talk I sound a bit like I'm from the mid-west. Except when I'm talking to someone from the deep south and I pick up bits of their accent. When I start speaking to someone with a British accent I pronounce my words more clearly and use slightly different adjectives. I've been told that I don't have an accent, I prefer to believe that my accent changes depending on the situation.
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