This week I had an assignment in my class to write about my favorite book as a child and then tell why this book was my favorite and what impact it had on my life. Enjoy!
My favorite book as a child is called The Little
House. This book tells a story of a little house that was built out in the country
on a beautiful green hill. The man who built it lived there with his family and
this house was passed on from one generation to the next until finally no one
wanted to live in the little house because it was out in the middle of nowhere.
Eventually the city started to build around the little house and it just sat
there abandoned. Finally, one of the descendants of the man who built the house
came and moved the house with a truck back out into the country where they
lived in it and the house was loved again.
I’m not sure that I have one specific reason why
I loved The Little House book growing up, but I think I liked it because it
displayed this little piece of heaven for the families who lived in the house
and I loved seeing that. I of course didn't like how the house was forgotten,
so I loved how the ending was happy and that the descendants were able to come
and get the house again and make it happy. As I have been thinking about the
impact this book might have had on my life I have had to chuckle to myself
because this book focuses a lot on the little house’s feelings, but it doesn't talk about why the people might have left the house. All growing up I was very
aware of things and that they might have feelings…so maybe this spurred from
this book. I’m not sure. All I know is that when I drive past old houses I hope
that they are being taken care of by their new owners.



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