While revisiting the memories of my childhood and hearing mentioned today what is considered important, I've been recalling the Great Depression. President Roosevelt enacted New Deal when I was about 7, so I remember the lines for food while going into town, the dirty children that had to stop going to school to work in the factories to support their families. Some of my friends were those children. My father was a lawyer, so we were some of the lucky ones.
When I was in grade school, I remember a friend I had whose family wasn't as well off. We invited him over for dinner after school once and his eyes were bigger than the plates the food rested on. I even saw him sneak some biscuits under the table, probably for his starving siblings back home. I think, even though I was just a little kid, that was when I really grasped what hard times we were going through. Since I'm going to be writing Mockingbird from my childhood experiences, and watching the Depression unfold really effected me and the rest of the town, I should include even the bad times in my accounts.
Even in books life isn't perfect.
- Harper
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