Reflections on a Childhood Book

Reflections on A Childhood Book

Chirag Merchant

Virginia College

Reflections on a Favorite Childhood Book

As a child, I received many gifts from my family and friends. I received gifts of toys, clothes, and yes, even books. Whenever I received a book, I remember being as happy as could be! Why, a new book gave me something to do to pass the time when I normally would not have anything to do. I was not always interested in books, though. In fact, if it was not for the support of my parents, I might never have had interest in reading at all. My parents always used to tell me that reading makes people more intelligent, stating that the more you read, the more you learn, the more you learn. Schoolteachers also emphasized that mantra, but, of course, as a child, learning was not always the priority when it came to reading. I often found myself reading books of fiction, books of adventure, while also enjoying books filled with humor. I remember finding joy in the novels, especially when I placed myself in the shoes of the main character, so that I could imagine the situations that they were experiencing while I was reading the story. One could say that I definitely read more for pleasure than for any other purpose. My favorite book, as a young boy, would have to be Little Red Cap (more commonly known as Little Red Riding Hood). This story was my favorite because it always entertained me, no matter how many times I would read it. The story, describing a little girl’s journey through the woods to her grandmother’s house, cast a spell on me as it went on. The antagonist of the tale, The Wolf, cleverly disguises himself as the little girl’s grandmother, who he had eaten before Little Red Riding Hood arrived at her grandmother’s house. I always used to find this hilarious, how many times, after all, do you hear a story about animals pretending to be humans, let alone grandmothers? Getting deeper into the body of the story, The Wolf’s attempts to fool Little Red...