As a small child of 2, almost 3, I was a very early speaker and reader with a command of HUGE long words available to me.
Until one day…
I came down the stairs to my gorgeous big-girl tricycle,
and it flipped over somehow. I landed on top of it and my tiny pink tongue was sliced down the middle.
Now you can imagine the fear my mother felt. My solution, of course, was to just put a Band-Aid on it. I asked the doctor if that was a possibility and unfortunately, no. It meant stitches and some concern that I might not be able to speak.
Well, I made it through. My tongue has healed. It looks a little bit funny but it works just fine. As you can imagine, however, I had to learn to make all of the sounds of English again... with a very sore tongue.
Eventually, as a 12-year-old, I had the gift of the gab once more because I was winning speaking contests, and I was invited to travel throughout my province to compete. I was even invited to travel to the PNE in Vancouver for a whole week when I was 13. It was a very exciting, once in a lifetime award to live at an amusement park for 7 days, and it lead me to my true passion as a pronunciation coach and public speaker.