There is no doubt that I’ve been through a lot. Only 9 years old, and Atticus says I’ve been through more than any adult ever should. I can tell he’s worried about me, thinks I’m emotionally scarred or something. After all, I’m still just his little girl, the one who would crawl into his lap and learn to read the newspaper with him. He’s the one who gave me the idea for this memory box in the first place. Atticus said that putting mementos of my experiences would help me cope with everything I’ve been through. So here it is, the first 4 objects in my box: a letter from Dill, Atticus’s cracked glasses, a switchblade, and a piece of Jem’s patched up pants.
Oh Dill, my one and only, my true love, my permanent fiancé. That’s what he always called …show more content…
However, it’s not just any old knife that I found on the street. It’s the blade that one Bob Ewell had tried to hurt Jem and I with on that awful night. Now I’m not supposed to have this pocket knife, Lord knows what Atticus would do if he ever finds out. I had sneakily swiped it from his jacket pocket, a few days after Mr. Tate had given it to him. He thought that it was best if Atticus kept it, that it may serve as a much-needed reminder. But I think I ought to have it instead. I mean I was the one who was almost killed by it! Then again, I wasn’t. Had it not been for Boo Radley, Jem and I wouldn’t be here today. This brings me to the last item I’m putting in my …show more content…
Jem got his pants caught in the fence during our escape. I swear that was the fastest Jem, Dill, and I had ever ran! When Jem came back from retrieving his pants that night, he looked so spooked, as if he had seen Boo Radley himself. Little did I know that what he actually saw was something much more peculiar. Jem explained to me a week later how Boo, the infamous homebody of Maycomb, had patched his pants up for him. In that moment, even for just a split second, I saw Boo as much more than the scary, fractious man that the town gossip made him out to be. I now saw him as just a regular person, a genial neighbor who meant no harm and just wanted to help us. In reality, that’s all he is,
Oh Dill, my one and only, my true love, my permanent fiancé. That’s what he always called …show more content…
However, it’s not just any old knife that I found on the street. It’s the blade that one Bob Ewell had tried to hurt Jem and I with on that awful night. Now I’m not supposed to have this pocket knife, Lord knows what Atticus would do if he ever finds out. I had sneakily swiped it from his jacket pocket, a few days after Mr. Tate had given it to him. He thought that it was best if Atticus kept it, that it may serve as a much-needed reminder. But I think I ought to have it instead. I mean I was the one who was almost killed by it! Then again, I wasn’t. Had it not been for Boo Radley, Jem and I wouldn’t be here today. This brings me to the last item I’m putting in my …show more content…
Jem got his pants caught in the fence during our escape. I swear that was the fastest Jem, Dill, and I had ever ran! When Jem came back from retrieving his pants that night, he looked so spooked, as if he had seen Boo Radley himself. Little did I know that what he actually saw was something much more peculiar. Jem explained to me a week later how Boo, the infamous homebody of Maycomb, had patched his pants up for him. In that moment, even for just a split second, I saw Boo as much more than the scary, fractious man that the town gossip made him out to be. I now saw him as just a regular person, a genial neighbor who meant no harm and just wanted to help us. In reality, that’s all he is,