A native of Germany, one of the most memorable string of words I spoke as I was learning the English language at age eight was,
“What the hell are you doing?”
I said this to one of my classmates as we were coloring because she didn't stay inside the lines. Yep, I was that kid.
As soon as the words left my mouth, every student within earshot exclaimed in disbelief. I think the only thing that saved me from getting tattled on to the teacher was the look of pure confusion on my face. The night before, my dad thought it would be funny if I yelled this bold statement towards my mom as she came around the corner vacuuming. After whispering the words in my ear for me to repeat, I said them loudly with pride and absolutely no clue as to their meaning. When my mother heard what I’d said, she quickly turned off the vacuum in shock and scolded my father as he erupted in laughter. While I still didn’t fully understand the implication of those words when I spoke them in the classroom, one thing was sure:
Even at the age of eight, art was something I took serious.