Speaking with a thick Jersey accent I have since lost, Spring 1991.
English is my first language.
Spoke my first word at 12 months, been fluent ever since. I use it every day, whether it’s to order Nachos Bell Grande from a respectable local food joint or to greet the milkman in the morning.
Actually, I don’t have a milkman. I wait for grocery store milk to approach its sell-by date and then I buy it on manager's special. If I did have a milkman, we’d share blueberry muffins and gossip about my evicted neighbor.
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