The Red Badge of Courage pgs. 1-16

A bunch of soldiers are all standing around camp and laughin and carrying on, and then that whole week they have been told to get ready for battle eight times and they were all false alarms, so the guys were a little pissed off. I mean if I was in the army and my leading commander told me to get prepared for war eight times in one week, I would be pretty furious too. Thats basically all that happens in the first chapter.

A Child Called IT pgs. 45-80

School was his only excape from his very abusive mother and his clothes were all torn. If my mother would make me feel that school was my only hope for feeling safe, I would have told the school principal or someone from the school that my mother starved me and beat me from head to toe, but i guess some of us arn't so lucky when it comes to having awsome parents. They went to a cabin in the mountains and his mother would not let him go out with his father and brothers that day because some sick game planned for the little boy. After the cabin was empty she got one of his brothers full diapers and wiped it all over his face and made him eat it. Now thats just horrible, I have to wonder how he didn't puke or how he could just sit there and let his mother do that to him, I would have at least tryed to fight instead of just letting time go by and waiting for my father to come back and catch her in the act. I have to also wonder what he had to be thinking. That's just so wrong what this mother could do her son. Then for food he would steal food outof other childrens lunch boxes and then gets caught then he has to revert to going to the local store to steal food. I really can't relate to this child at all because my parents never really punished me at all cause I didn't need to be punished and niether did this little boy. Then his mother made him swallow ammonia a couple of times and father could not help him out at all. His mom would pat him on the back to help him out. Then after all that torture she would make him swallow clorox a couple of times. Ok I can kinda sorta realte to this one. My mom gave me the soap in the mouth trick, becuase I dropped an F bomb when I was little and she gave me some soap to eat. The liquid kind, I about threw it all back up.

Child Called IT pgs. 17-26

They lived in a modest two-bedroom house and he always used look out the bay window and look at the oragne towers on the Golden Gate Brigde and the skyline of San Francisco. I can almost relate to this boy's house and what he looked at out his window. I used to live in a decent size two-bedroom with my mother and I always used to look out of the window at the blue water tower and and the sunsets back up in PA. His father was a fireman. His mother Cathetrine was woman of average size. He could never remember the color of her eyes. I always knew the color of both my mom and dad's eyes, mom's eyes are hazel and my dad's eyes are baby blue just like mine. His mom was an awsome cook. I cant really say that about my mom cause she really didnt cook often buy my grandma could really bake up some meatloaf. The day after thanksgivin his mom would always bring up boxes of Christmas decorations. Oh man my mom would have loads and loads of Christman decorations. The whole yard was filled. It looked awsome though.

Child Called IT pgs. 3-14

It started on March 5, 1973 Daly City California, the little boy had to get home in time to finish the dishes, if he didnt finish the dishes there would be no breakfast for him, never had dinner the night before. The mother caught him with his hands out of the water and smaked him in the face and the little boy fell to the floor. The boy finished the dishes and got breakfast. The boy has to make up excuses for the bruses his mother leaves on him. He has to sit down with the a cop and the cop asks him about his mother, he says no, then after a little while he tells the officer and him and his mother. I can't really imagine what it would be like to be this little boy because my parents really never punished me that bad in any sorta way at all.