I read Dead End in Norvelt by Jack Gantos this week and need to discuss!
The protagonist of this book is a young Jack Gantos and it is part fiction, part memoir. As I read this book I was intrigued by trying to figure out which parts were true and which ones were fictional. I then started thinking about my own childhood and wondered if I would be able to write a book based on my life. Below is a list of ideas I came up with to start my novel. It is up to you to figure out which ones are true.
· While the family gathered at my grandmother’s farm to slaughter chickens I started the tractor and rolled over the barbed wire fence and into the cow pasture. The face of my grandmother's open mouth while holding a headless chicken will haunt me forever.
· I once ate a whole jar of pickles for an afternoon snack and later yacked in the sandbox. A sandbox is tough to clean.
· I was so excited to finally go out for Pizza that I had diarrhea all over a Pizza Hut booth. Dad cleaned me in the sink, flushed my clothes and carried me out to the car naked. I kicked and screamed to go back inside while my brother followed carrying a to-go box and eating pizza.
· On the way home from church I was run over by our neighbor’s Sheepdog and have been afraid of dogs ever since.
· There is a hole in our garage door where my brother threw a baseball at me when I beat him in homerun derby. Lucky for me he couldn’t throw a strike to save his life.
· I always volunteered to mow the lawn… that way I could mow base paths and foul lines in our backyard.
· I owned a large collection of Smurfs.
· Graveyard Granny would keep any homerun ball that went over the cemetery fence.
· When Dad wasn’t looking I would slide across the hood and climb in the windows of the car like Luke Duke.
· Was sent to the office during art class for drawing a beautiful picture of my 3rd grade teacher. It is not my fault she resembled the Wicked Witch of the West.
· Was knocked out cold playing tackle football at recess in 5th grade.
· Bumped into Joe DiMaggio in the concourse of a baseball game and spilled my soda all down his pant leg.
My mother recently told me to be careful with what I put in my blog because my aunts read this. Hopefully they will still call me family after this entry! Sorry Mom.