I may be a fool for confessing this or a glutton for punishment, or just not a deep thinker (not fishing, just joking), but I started speaking English (in daily life, as you say) in my early twenties (you see - now you made me admit I'm past that which totally ruined my day). This was when I came to the US as a graduate student. Before that - well, you know how we learnt foreign languages. To me, English was a revelation - like discovering new uncharted territories - all because of the added vocabulary - something to which I never tire of adding even now (and I thank some of my talkback detractors for sharing several great adjectives I never had occasion to use before). A few years back, I wrote an esssay titled "Dreaming in English", since that happened within 6 months, and long before I could actually follow dialogue on TV. Struck me as strange. As an aside, there are a few people who still recall most fondly that all too brief a time in history when I was a bit on the quiet side...
Turkish prime minister to form interim government with at least 2 Kurdish ministers (AP)
from the article: Ignoring the chaos