Holidays put me in a very special mood. Although I’m a grown-up and I work on a daily basis, summertime brings a kind of childhood nostalgia into my life.
This sentimental mood made me think about my beginnings with foreign languages. And now, I have to warn you. It is not going to be the story about polyglot parents, bilingual schools, language contests, or hours spent with strict private tutors 🙂 I wish I had had more opportunities to learn languages in the past but this story is going to be about a girl who one day got an English textbook.
|My very first set of English textbooks 🙂|
It was in the 90s, so there were no interactive games, multiROMs, or other stuff attached. Only books and a set of audio cassettes. But the books had cartoons! And pictures! Cassettes had rhymes and songs! And the child had imagination! 🙂 I have a sister who’s older than me and there was a significant problem when it came to playing. She wanted to be a mother, a teacher, a shop assistant, and all other very important people that exist in this small 6-year old world. However, I sometimes played with others who listened to me and respected my own playing rules…
I remember one day when my mum entered my bedroom and saw all the cuddly toys sitting in a row on the bed. I was sitting in front of them and we were all singing a song in my pseudo-English. My mum said to me: „I’m so happy that you’re learning”. „Learning? Mum, I’m teaching” – I replied with unpretended seriousness.
|Yes. This is me.|
|As you can see, I already knew the power of positive reinforcement.
I gave myself only good grades 😀
|Polish spelling was not my strongest point at that time 🙂|
As you can see above, my performance may have been poor but the passion was outstanding. This is what has defined my life experience with language learning since then:
It’s not about performance, it’s about the passion.
This story is not interesting. It is not long and complicated. But it is mine.
Feel free to share your extraordinarily ordinary language story 🙂