Going a bit off-track with the content already on the blog i would like to give a bit of insight on my learning of english, i first met english when i was little, i can't really remember but i'm pretty sure i was between 8 and 10 years old at the time, my older brother brought home what's called an emulator, a program that allows the running of games from consoles on PC, i'm sure he must have brought for himself, but seeing my excitement over this new thing i never had seen before, he let me play first and playing i found a game called "Megaman Zero" i fell in love with it at first sight but something was weird with it, the letters in the game didn't make any sense.
And there was little old me, trying to understand what "Press Enter" meant, it was like seeing hieroglyphs, i asked my brother and he said "it's english" and there was me, now wondering why these mysterious hieroglyphs called english were in my game, priving me of enjoying whatever they were saying, but not all was lost, for my brother, sensing my unease gave me the greatest tool i ever had in my life.
This tool, by the time was huge in my eyes and oh so heavy i had to take it on both arms and just use all the force my thin, little arms could muster just to take it onto the seat so that i could use it.
The tool was a dictionary, and you may find fun to think i would go to such lengths to describe what most of us have in our houses and that is definitely not as heavy as i make it seem, but to the young me it was like technology fro another world, technology that shaped me and gave the skills to learn what my favourite game was saying and i will forever be grateful for that.
In the end, what i want to say with this little and a bit overexaggerated story is, learning languages can be fun, so just find the way that suis you and give it a try.
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