100 things in 100 days - number 77

77. When I was 5, I could speak English, French and German.

Or so I'm told. You see, my birth mother died when I was just a few days old, so my dad's parents (Oma and Opa) raised me until he remarried. I've been told that by the time I was 4, I was speaking those 3 languages. I don't know much German anymore. You know - other than "Wie viel?" (how much?) and "Wo ist die nächste Gaststätte?" (where is the nearest restaurant). I still surprise a lot of people when they hear French come out of my mouth.