Spanish My First Teacher.
Having an older sibling made language acquisition an easier process. When we were little, my dad had an old tape recorder he would use to tape songs that came up on the radio. He used it also, to keep track of all the songs my older brother, Alex, learned while attending preschool. In some of those recordings, my baby voice popped trying to imitate his singing. He guided me "¡No Fabish, asi no va, anda canta conmigo, asi, asi¡" (No Fabish, is like this, come on! Sing with me, like this, like this...) His gentle yet firm input provided me with a model to emulate, it enabled me to produce elaborate utterances through singing at an early age. I was one and a half years old when Alex started preschool, from then on, I didn't stop singing, there are more tapes of my preschool singing than all my three brothers combined. I liked learning. I liked school, I still do, and in a big measure I owe it to my older brother Alex's patience and kindness. He was my first teacher.

Kindergarten.
I wish I could remember more details of the process of my literacy acquisition skills that took place in kindergarten, unfortunately besides the singing I do not. The memories I have had come from going through boxes of old notebooks, worksheets, and collections of artwork that my mother had kept all these years. What these educational archives tell me is that the focus of my early education was on developing the motor skills necessary to write well. There are numerous pages of notebooks filled with continuous pencil strokes resembling worms, zig zags or tunnels. The calligraphy exercises eventually moved to simpler more precise strokes like lines (palitos) and circles (bolitas). Then to letters, words and words to simple sentences. I do remember being taught to read in a similar way, from the unit to the whole. Recognizing graphemes first then identifying