Tales of the Short and Fat Diva

My first memory of Spanish dates back to when I was roughly eight years old. Mom and I were sitting on the floor of her peach colored room in our Philo house, more than likely playing crazy 8's. She taught me how to count to twenty in Spanish. I felt infinitely superior to everyone at school due to the fact that I could count in Spanish and jumped at every opportunity to flaunt it, little did I know of the impact of those twenty numbers.