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 reminds 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!