I understand.
I was in a position as a child where I had the choice of learning it. I declined. I had gone to Ireland with my parents when the family emigrated there in '72. Children coming into the Irish school curriculum below the age of ten were to learn Irish (Gaelic). Children that were older were given the choice of whether to take it up as a subject or not. I was ten and a couple of months by then. For clarity, this was Ireland, not Northern Ireland.
The Gaeltacht areas were probably larger then than they are now but I still didn't see the point of learning the language. Even if I had reason to visit the Gaeltacht I had decided that I was heading back to England one day with or without my parents. For visits it just wasn't worth it.
I was just the same with Latin later on in secondary school. The difference was that I was forced to learn Latin by the school my dad wanted me to go to. That lasted for two years before I kicked it in the head. I demanded that my parents place me in a technical school rather than the academic one that my Dad thought of. My reasoned arguments worked. I grew up a lot that day. Had I not dug my heels in and fought, I would not have become an aircraft mechanic. Instead I might have been a priest, a doctor or a lawyer. I didn't then nor do I now want any of that.
I have no regrets. Languages were never my strong point. My secondary school French language skills are the pinnacle of my achievement where languages are concerned. In an ironic twist, I became a technical author for quite a few years specialising in Simplified English to AECMA and SGML specifications. Funny ain't it?
Full marks for expanding your repertoire to include a foreign language, especially one that you do not know. Well done.
Did you gig the Gaelic song this year? How'd it go for you?