When I was six I started pre-school. I’ve always thought that school is pretty fun, and I learn easily, so I’ve never really had any problems at school. Except that one time, when I was six and hit my classmate. This, I don’t remember at all. It can’t have happened! I don’t hit people! But dad said that once when he came to pick me up at school, a teacher told him that I had hit a boy in the sandpit. HAHAHA! I think this is soooo funny! I wonder what he did to deserve that?! But I’m sure he REALLY deserved it.

My fascination to other cultures and the English language

In 4th grade we started studying English. In Sweden we learn British English. Our pronunciation is supposed to be British, but it’s not, really. It’s a mix between a Swedish and British accent I guess. When a Swede speaks English, it sounds so silly,  for most people. So that’s why I hope that I can live a while in Britain, to pick up their nice accent.

One of the reasons why I’m running this website is because I’ve always had a strong feeling for other cultures. Or at least since i was 13-14 or something. I think that’s when my fascination for other cultures and countries began.

These days, if I hear that someone is speaking English, my ears open wide and I try to figure out something to say so I can join the conversation. I just love the English language, the way it flows, the words, the way our mouths shape when we speak it. Isn’t it a lovely language?

That’s why I hope that people from all over the world will read The-Swedish-Way. And I’d LOVE you to comment and maybe tell me where you are from.

I want to start this site by letting my readers know my story. Not that my growth was very interesting. Well, it’s not interesting to me, since I think I grew up living the typical Swedish life. But maybe my Asian or African readers will find it a tiny, tiny bit interesting. And maybe those of You who are American. So I’d like to let You know a few things about me and my background.

This post will be the first of a few posts about me and my life so far. Which is only 19 years.

I grew up in the 90’s, with the widestriped t-shirts and weird shoes. I guess I lived the typical Swedish life. My mom and dad built a house when I was one, in a tiny tiny town in the middle of Sweden. They made a good choice, ’cause this was a good place for a kid to grow up in. They never needed to worry sick about letting us walk by ourselves to school, and it’s also a pretty safe place at night I guess.

Until I was five, my mother was a day mother. Which means that parents left their children at our house, and mom got paid for it. I guess I was a little spoiled, who got to stay at home with my mummy all day. Then, which I did’nt like, she got another job, and I was left to another day mother. I don’t know if this is my memory, or if I just think that it is, since mom has told me so many times. But when mom left me at my day mother the first time, I wouldn’t let her go. Since she really had to get on time to her new work, she HAD to go. And when she got up on her bike, and started cycling. I RAN after her, screaming and crying.

I still remember this, I think… But nowadays I find it funny, but my mom thinks it’s horrible. Haha, I can only imagine the noise I made when I screamed.

However, soon i LOVED being at my day mother’s house. I have lots of great memories from there.

I’d like to introduce myself as Silla. Some of you might laugh, some of you might refer to the spanish word silla, which means chair. But then I would tell you spanish-speaking people that you don’t pronounce Silla the same way.

When I meet people from all over the world, they find it really hard to say my name. Well… They think they got it right, but they don’t. You all know what it’s like trying to learn a foreigner pronounce your name. It never sounds exactly correct. But that’s part of the charm meeting people from all over the world, isn’t it?

However, if you are interested in pronouncing my name correctly, here you go:

[²s'il:a]

It wasn’t that hard, was it?