As an immigrant, one always encounters things that are confusing, no matter how well one speaks the language. Today at the daycare, for instance, the director told me that kids were about to eat goldfish for their 11 am snack.
I knew that it wasn’t possible that kids would be snacking on actual goldfish, of course, but I had no idea what the director meant.
When the snack was served, I realized Goldfish is a brand of tiny fish-shaped crackers that children ate from paper napkins.
There is always something like this, especially in what concerns childhood experiences. I didn’t grow up around here, so goldfish crackers and Co mean nothing to me. I only discovered what Play-Doh is thanks to my niece Klubnikis (and it’s such an amazing thing!). Maybe I should buy the Goldfish crackers.

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