Proudest Moment
My proudest moment was when I was finally able to pronounce K sound. I was about eight years old, and had been working on K sounds for three years with my school speech pathologist. It was unsuccessful. Soon before I know it, it was summertime and time for me to go to Children Beach House.
At the Children Beach House, there was a speech pathologist visiting. After an hour session with her, I told her my struggles with pronouncing K sound. She took me into another room with mirrors on the wall, and stuck a tongue depressor in my mouth. The speech pathologist showed me how to move my tongue with the depressor, and I heard the beautiful sound. K, I finally said K for the first time in my life. It’s funny how a simple three minutes from three years taught me how to pronounce K.
All of the tears shed for K almost seem ridiculous to me now, looking back but remembering the anger that I vested in trying to pronounce a simple sound. Remembering how I avoided all words that included K or C sounds since I couldn’t even pronounce it.
Sitting in that room, with the tongue depressor in my mouth, and finally being able to pronounce K was the proudest moment for me.

