It started in 1949, when my oldest brother
came home from school
in Racine, Wisconsin
after flunking kindergarten
...
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A very nice narration of language in your own tongue. One must first learn their own before they proceed to be taught some others language. Nice.
O I loved reading this, i can relate to it well- one's 1st language is a gift, it's part of ones inner soul; .....Ole! ! !
I couldn't relate to this poem more. I stopped speaking spanish when I was a kid too, but it was my own choice that I soon regretted. I began speaking spanish again in middle shcool when I became best friends with my new neighbors from Mexico. I used this poem for one of my forensics peices, and the judges loved it. Thanks. Rene Espinoza Kissell
Me gusto much, Oscar. I am thrilled when children who have English as a second language can be fluent in both languages. Teachers made so many mistakes long ago...and still do, but it is important to be fluent in the language used at school and then to feel good about speaking both languages. Your poem broke my heart. Raynette
lovely poem..my sons' kindergarten teachers tore strips off me for speaking english in the home..my darling italian husband told me to ignore them..kids can learn up to 5 languages as 'mother tongue' if they are exposed to them consistently..and of course now my 20 year old lads are completely bilingual and enjoy both brit and italian cultures
One must learn their own language first before they go own to learn others. Nice.