Respostas
Resposta:
When I was 16 years old I went to the United States.I was a student then and that was the first time I left home.
I went to Boston to live with an American family for two months only.How exciting! - I thought. How scared I felt! But I went all the same.
One of the things I remember quite clearly was my arrival; to start with, I missed the train from New York to Boston! That was trouble, although the family was there to greet me. When I arrived at the family house, I lost my voice, so nervous I felt. For three days I did not said a word.
Now I know that was an unconscious way to get familiar with the English they spoke.
Fortunately, after one week I felt more confident, I started to speak a little and the people in the house began to understand me.
How nice and enjoyable the second week was!
The big morning breakfast, a snack at lunch time ans early dinner at 6;000 p.m became a routine. The shops were interesting, the vanilla ice cream was wonderful, the sports were attractive and in a short time new friends were like the old ones.
This experience was unforgettable!