I am not good with words. In high school, I would frequently ask my Mom to help me find a word. Actually, I just fired questions at her, trying to come up with the word I wanted... "I need a word kinda like...", "I think it starts with...", "It's a little different than..." I don't know if she even answered, but eventually I found the word I was looking for. Yeah, she even got calls from me during college to find help me find the right words.
Now, in a odd twist, the words have changed. I'm still speaking English, my native tongue, but it's not all the same. I recently had a chat w/ my daughter on the walk home from school. She rattled off some of the highlights of her day. I responded with a confused look. :-/ She quickly 'translated' the Aussie speak that she had quickly incorporated into her vocabulary. Obviously, I'm not there yet.
It's rather strange to know what I want to say, and not have the right words to say it. Well, I suppose that's not too strange after all. ;-)
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