Reflecting on early memories… from Salamanca

We loved Kelsey’s blog post today!  Here’s an excerpt:

‘ “Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete, ocho, nueve, diez,” he said. “It means: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.”  Confused, I repeated it back, trying to comprehend that there was another way to count to ten than what I had been taught!  Spanish, he called it.  And so it began; my first exposure to foreign languages.

Fast forward: it’s second grade, and a new kid is introduced to the class.  But he’s different from any other new kids we had ever had.  With a foreign name and different clothes, he’s from a place the teacher called “Bosnia.”  He couldn’t speak English, and couldn’t understand what we said to him.  This confused me!  How could somebody not understand what the teacher said to him? I learned later that he had to leave his home because of a war, but too young to grasp what this meant, I did understand that he was much better at soccer than all the other boys.  And this was the commonality for now.  Who needed words and sentences when we could just play a game!

As I recalled these memories, though brief and fuzzy, I can’t believe:
1) How quickly I’ve grown up, and
2) that I’m here in Europe, finally learning Spanish.”

 

Read more of her blog here.

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