Lindberg's Autobiography

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Growing up in a single-parent household was somewhat difficult. My mom would work eight to ten hours each day and would arrive home exhausted. She would find room between her free times and would sit down with me to work on my homework. Reading was never part of it. Her emphasis was always math. We would work on adding, subtracting, multiplication, and even division! Now that I look back, I can’t believe I was doing all of that when I was only seven years old! As a kid I attended Lindbergh Elementary in Lynwood, California. At school, kindergarten, the teacher would spend most of her time on math as well. Reading was done very rarely. When it was done, all of the reading was done in Spanish. All of my classmates were Hispanic and this was due to the segregation the school system had. They would separate all of the Hispanics and Caucasians. They never taught Hispanics how…show more content…
As soon as I was done reading the first two pages the book caught my attention. I found myself lost in the story. I felt the physical and psychological hurt that David, the character/author, was feeling throughout his devastating journey. This book was a biography about a boy that was mistreated, abused, neglected by his own mother. Although I couldn’t relate to him because my mom is loving, caring, and warm. I was fascinated in some way on how he defeated all these barriers and continued to love his mother. It was a matter of three days before I was finished with the book. I returned to the library to return the book. Mrs. Hills was astonished and even asked me, “Did you really read the book Jesus?” “Yes”, I said. She quickly responded, “So did you like it?” “Yes, I really liked the book. It was actually the first book that I really liked reading!” I replied. Mrs. Hills smile and said, “One book does it! Actually there’s a sequel to A Child Called It, it’s called The Lost Boy, would you like to check it out?” “Yes!” I
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