When I was 15, I traveled to Vancouver. It was summer. That was the first time that I ever went abroad.
Although I had by then studied English for three years at the junior high, my language skill was still poor.
Verna came to pick me up at the Rembrandt hotel. When we arrived at 7580 Railway avenue, two boys dashed towards us. They were Trevor and Randy.
Trevor and Randy wanted to play with me the moment we arrived. So we played the Game of Life. What followed was the most trying time in the history of my learning English as a second language.
Adults make considerations for the fact that I am not a native English speaker.
Kids don't. Trevor and Randy bombarded me with questions and comments like a rapid fire, and I had to respond in kind. The first ever game of life played in English was a milestone in my upbringing.
Everything was so unexpected.