I am a native speaker of English. I was born and raised speaking a particular variety of North American English. It’s my mother tongue. Heck, my mother (and my father and the whole community around me for that matter) taught me how to speak it. Well, to say they “taught” me isn’t entirely accurate. I was brought into the fold and participated in this living, growing, evolving thing that is my native language. I’m proud of that. I feel like I belong to something quite beautiful and unique. It’s good to belong to something. It’s nice to share a language with other people, to know what they’re thinking and even, if you’re quite lucky, to have a little window into knowing how they feel. I think that’s really very special.