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My mom tongue (Spanish) and English, though they should be a few more by now.
I was a kid when I developed an interest in Italian, then I saw the first movie at the cinema, spoken in English, without the Spanish dubbing that is still common here in movies broadcast on TV, and I forgot Italian, therefore leaning towards English. I asked my parents to pay me classes at a language institute, because back then language teaching in our public educational system really sucked (and still does). They agreed and I began English. At first I couldn't show much language talent. I had a few big difficulties during the process, due to what I now perceive as insufficient explanations from the teachers and a general failure of the system. My grades were barely a bit over the average, which put me in a position of humble academic brilliance, but I insisted. In time, I figured most of what caused me trouble when I was a kid, and my grades also flew higher. Maybe I was just immature at the beginning. Not that I want to show off, but I became practically unbeatable in the last three years of studies, though this may comply with the reasonable explanation that the other mates did not love the language as much as I did. They were in class mostly because their parents were financially able to keep them entertained indoors, but not because they wanted to grab a knowledge out of a class.
