Going to School as a migrant child

Starting school was an ordeal, we did not speak the language, and in those days migrants were not exactly welcome. I remember escaping and coming home, and it was a longish walk in the bush, in the middle of school hours.
I really did not enjoy school, we were outcasts, and it stayed with me for all my school years.
Sadly my parents did not speak our mother tongue in the home, they wanted us to teach them what we learnt, so our Dutch, even though my parents could speak it fluently, we did not learn it properly. Hence I have endeavoured to teach myself, which I have been successful in to a point.