There comes a time in your life when you will have to admit your parent(s) were right.
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It could be that too much ice cream and sugar will make you sick, or even that some vegetables are quite nice (but never brussel sprouts or cauliflower).
Or it could a life lesson that they tried to impart on you when you were young.
The bitter truth pill that I had to swallow recently was the fact that Greek school lessons would come in handy.
As someone who comes from a Greek family, there were a few things that my family clung on to when my grandparents immigrated here in the 1960s; A sense of family, food, religion, identity and of course - the Greek language.
My grandparents, despite living in Australia for more than 50 years and calling it home, have always only spoken to us in Greek.
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For as long as I can remember, I have spoken both English and Greek.
When I started Year 1, my parents enrolled in me in to Greek school - on a Saturday no less.
When I started sport a year later, my parents (let's face it - I really mean mum), enrolled my two younger siblings and I in Greek school on Tuesday night. Because that's what we wanted, more school after school.
As my siblings and I grew up, we would often hear our grandparents complain that we should speak Greek at home - or at least speak to them in Greek and that a few months in Greece we would be fluent.
I continued Greek lessons until I was 13. To say it was torturous would be an understatement.
More than 10 years on - with a little time and perspective, I have come to realise how important it was to learn a second language.
Recently I spent my honeymoon in Greece, where those torturous hours at Greek school came in handy.
From conversing with shop keepers, getting discounted or free entry to archaeological sites and monasteries, to ordering at restaurants and communicating with family that I had never met before, my Greek language skills were a blessing.
The ease I felt speaking Greek didn't go unnoticed, my husband would complain that I kept forgetting to translate everything in to English for him.
However back on home soil, my Greek takes a back seat. Until of course I speak to my grandparents.
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