More than most (because I switched languages several times) I remember being read to. I know what it’s like to get to grips with the written language, and with a second language. It’s all connected with both parents and story books. And that feeling, that experience, is very different to that of the adult foreign-language learner.
I had that initial bond. I was totally at ease, on top of which comprehension could form—the icing on the cake. I was secure from the start.
But others usually start out cold—cold turkey. Their ears and eyes strain in the dark.