It isn't much of a leap for me to feel that sailing is most definitely a second language to me, one I learned much too late in life to be able to speak it without an accent that gives me away as a late-learner. Scott, on the other hand, learned it early enough in life that it is much more intuitive to him. Perhaps he wasn't born into it, but he has the benefit similar to my student's children. He got to learn to sail alongside learning lots of other things, since sailing wasn't the only thing his family did. He speaks and reacts and trims sails to a level of an enviable fluency, and he speaks other handy languages, too.
I try to tell myself that it is okay to be learning to sail as an adult. I know the brain has ways to compensate for late learning. I can study the science of it and apply the rules, just as adult language learners can do with grammar and pronunciation. It is truly a myth that kids pick up language easier and more quickly than adults. I could get into the reasons of why that is, and why it is extremely counter-intuitive, but I won't bore the poor readers of this blog with it here. I also know that sailing will probably never be perfectly intuitive for me. I may get quicker and more accurate with my reactions and anticipations, but there is still that split second (or two or three or four seconds) where I need to translate what is happening around me to the correct response.
1 comment:
Perhaps it's because you are facing the wrong direction at the helm...
:P
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