Dutch parents raised me in New Zealand. I knew no English until I started school at 5. When I was 6 we moved to Holland. Dutch replaced English. At 7 we returned to NZ. Time for English again.
This switching has given me a flexible mind. It has given me insights.
I remember the process of learning my first language. I know that schooling isn’t necessary. I know that you don’t translate between them. Grandparents are more important than grammar.
Dutch and English for me are like different parts of an ice rink. I slip from one area to another.