Today is day one of my language miniseries and this is something I have been really excited to share. I truly had lots of fun writing my experiences growing up learning multiple languages as a Mexican-American girl in the United States. Hope you enjoy!
Looking back at my childhood, there’s one particular memory that stuck out to me. Around the time I started elementary school I remember I had struggled learning English. Thinking back to that time I just smile now. I can still hear my dad patiently telling me to ask him what I needed at that moment in English and myself getting frustrated. I wanted to desperately say it in Spanish and he said no you need to keep practicing your English.
Growing up around that time, my dad was the only bilingual person at home and all the kids in my neighborhood were also first-generation students learning English for the first time. If I step outside the very same neighborhood, the majority of kids entering elementary school now have at least 1 or more older siblings that has taught them English. It’s crazy to think how much has changed since my childhood days.
You may ask yourself why this particular childhood memory? This is a sweet memory of my younger self who despite struggling at that time, I now am fluent in both languages and then some. Yes, there are times today when I forget a word in Spanish. I find myself describing the word or saying it in English until the native Spanish-speaking person who I’m speaking to understands what I’m saying. LOL. I know some of my bilingual friends have been there!
P.S. What are some of your fond memories learning a second language?