The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls
“Instead of beds, we kids each slept in a big cardboard box, like the ones refrigerators get delivered in. A little while after we’d moved into the depot, we heard Mom and Dad talking about buying us kids real beds, and we said they shouldn’t do it. We liked our boxes. They made going to bed seem like an adventure.” (Walls 52)
At this stage in her memoir, Jeanette is still only four years old. Ignorance is bliss. I recall being a young girl about her age and refusing to leave the house without an extravagant pink tutu around my waist. Although my mum may have endorsed the cutesy antic initially, it eventually became a point of minor embarrassment to her. However, she submitted to my childish ways, realizing it was merely a phase. It reminded me that even when parents think they know what is best for their child, sometimes kids have to get away with things at the merit of a good imagination.
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