English is my third language. Here goes two stories in one :
My parents are German, but they left Germany and went wherever my father found a job. He found his first one in Switzerland, so they moved there (they lived at the Swiss borderline anyway, far southern Germany) for a short time, but long enough for my sister to be born there. Afterwards, they moved to France, to a city called Strasbourg. It's at the German borderline, it's part of the region Alsace. Alsace is one of the region, along with the Lorraine, that the Nazis artificially added to their Reich back then. That's where I was born, and for finanacial reasons, we have never moved since.
So from the very beginning, I was raised in two languages, German inside the house, and French outside. I speak both languages perfectly. My parents gave me the first notions of the English language when I was 9 years old, cause at school I couldn't start English lessons before I was 11. They knew what would later be confirmed - in France, English teachers and lessons just SUCK. My parents helped me to avoid the silly French accent

. When I was 13, I also took Spanish classes. I turned out to be a beast with languages (yay !), and the next ones I'm going to try to learn are Turkinsh and Finnish.