There was a block of Chinatown in Oxnard. It was an alley was known as China Alley.
I would slip away undetected by my folks and wander into China Alley. A Chinese man would be seated at a little cubbyhole. The walls had shelves with Chinese merchandise.
I would stop and say “Alow” to the Chinese man, (that was the only word that I knew in English). The Chinese man would answer “Alow” back. Neither one of us knew English so we just stood grinning at each other. I would wave good bye, then he would reach into a jar and give me a piece of Chinese candy.
Right away I was learning much more than English.