Hi, my name is Tyeisha and this is my blog. One of the topics that I enjoy writing about is learning Spanish.
Now, I didn’t choose to learn Spanish…the truth is that Spanish chose me.
My first memory of an encounter with the Spanish language starts with movies. These were the days before DVDS or VHS players…these were the days of Beta players. I was a young girl of only 5 years old and one of my favorite movies was “Bad Boys”. This was the real bad boys starring a young Sean Penn and Esai Morales. (not to be confused with the more recent movie starring Will Smith and Martin Lawrence)
Now, Esai Morales played a rapist, gang-banging, young thug who would go to jail. His role was of the classic anti-hero, but I didn’t care. I just knew that he was going to be my husband when I grew up. He was Puerto Rican and the whole island of Puerto Rico had just gained a new fan.
I totally disregarded the fact that the movie took place in New York City.
#2 Childhood Crush
Next, I went to live with my grandparents for a year. I was a new student in the 4th grade in Charleston, South Carolina. During recess I was playing on the playground and I remember seeing this short curly headed guy running around. He was young and Puerto Rican, but he didn’t speak any Spanish. I doubt he had any idea I was crushing on him.
The truth is many of the Puerto Rican guys that I had crushes on in the past didn’t speak Spanish at all. But, either way I still wanted to learn it.
Finally, I heard some Bachata music and really enjoyed the beats to it.
Later, as an adult someone was patient enough to teach me the basics. Now, I am not a dancer, but this little latin two-step dance was easy to learn.
Well, that’s a brief summary of the roots to my fascination with the Spanish language.
I must give a special thanks to my first Spanish teacher from the sixth-grade. I can’t even remember his name. He was a really fun guy from Spain. See, teachers do make a difference.
Readers: Why did you choose to learn Spanish? I’d love to hear your story.