No one here has an accent - just everyone else has one.
My father grew up in northern Yorkshire and was a stickler for correct English. He's in his late 80s now and will still correct one of us or our children if we mis-pronounce a word or use incorrect grammar. I will admit, we are getting lazy...
I soon learned not to question the pronunciation of a teacher - even the one who said 'pronounciation' instead of 'pronunciation'. When I was in kindergarten, age 5, I walked past another school on the way to my school when one teacher ordered me to get inside and get 'warshed up' before school started. I explained to her that I was not a student at that school and then I foolishly asked her what she meant by 'warshing up'. The teacher literally ranted at me when I questioned her use of 'warsh'. I apologized and left and never walked that way to school again. But it did spark an interest that was not there before.
Accents have always fascinated me. I'm sure I drove my parents crazy when I was a child, because I would imitate every accent that I heard. This actually made it easier when I studied languages; I was able to pick up the correct accents much faster that most. When I was in Europe, I fit in quickly because I picked up the local accents... and the slang!
Auto-correct has been going crazy as I typed this. Today it is definitely not my friend - as I got to the end, it had stopped correcting even the most obvious mistakes - like adn instead of and.
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