To begin, I have to say that my relationship
with the English language didn’t start in the school, it star in my house, influenced
by my dad. I remember that when I was a child, one summer, my dad gave me an English
encyclopedia for children, with pictures and so many colors. The target was learning
one topic a summer, and the reward was going to vacations or money, whatever.
The topics were animals, sports, human body, bathroom things, etc.
Later, I began to have English class in my school, I don’t remember if
was in 5º or 6º, but I remember that I was so good. I believed that the English
was easy, and I loved it. One day, my English teacher said to me: "Benjamin,
you have a very good pronunciation, congratulations". That day was a good
day.
But, not all is pretty. I remember too that one day, in the high school,
I had a mistake in the pronunciation of a word, and my schoolmates teased. Like
black magic, this day I lost the certainty, and y had problems to pronounce some
words, that at that time, it was easy to me.
Then, in the university, before English
III, y was one year without English class, thing that affected to me, but I am
recovering. The truth is that I love English, now I am not so good, but I have
the motivation and the want to learn more.