When You Remember

Sometimes I forget the things I know. No, really. The other day we were watching a movie and there was an entire scene that was in Italian, with no subtitles. Oddly enough, I remembered the Italian I learned when I was a kid and was able to follow along. It ┬áreminds me the time when my aunt signed something to me because she didn’t want her kids to hear her say it out loud. I actually remembered enough ASL to know what she was signing!

Now, if I start hearing Vietnamese and somehow understand, that’s going to be just plain crazy. I learned that over 25 years ago and only the basics!