It is true. I have taken English lessons since I was five years old. I have had some very nasty teachers, but this had not ruined my passion for the language.
English is a beautiful language. It is nicer, it is more fluid than Spanish. I ahve found out that I can express myself better in English than in Spanish. I do not mean to criticize Spanish, but English.. English is a synonymous of Beauty. Every word, every sentence, every tense has a special beauty for me. The words are beautiful, the pronunciation is so variated. The letters haven't got only one pronunciation, but many, and this makes them tricky, but special at the same time.
I must admit that I have a special knack for English. It is not difficult for me, and I have to thank the Heavens for this. I feel happy when I speak in English, when I write in English, when I think in English. It is such a beautiful, rich language.
Mother, I must thank you for this. It was you who made me take lessons, it was you who showed me how important learning English was. I must admit that, in my beginnings, I didn't like it, I felt it was a waste of time. Than you, Mum, thank you for not letting me give up on English. I cannot imagine how many experiences, how many feelings I woul have lost if I had left English.
Because this language, this old, beautiful language, has made me have the most incredible, amazing experiences in my life. I could read Harry Potter the same day it was published. I can watch films, without suffering translations of the wonderful voices some actors have. I can listen to, and understand the best songs ever sung, I can listen to The Beatles, to Queen, to Keane, and UNDERSTAND them!
I actually think that English is the best thing that has happened to me.
