LETTER

Dear Mark Twain,

I just recently reread Tom Sawyer and I realized how much it influenced me when I was a child. My mom used to read this book to me and it gave me crazy ideas and a sense of adventure. Now every time I think about this book, I remember my childhood. I remember running around the woods near my house setting up forts and exploring everywhere. My siblings and I used to pretend to be characters from Tom Sawyer, I was always Huck. We used to run along the river and call to each other. This book brought out the adventurous side of me and I would like to thank you for that.

This book is so inspirational it makes me want to let lose and do whatever I want. And that is what life is about: having freedom and doing what you want. From The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, I am inspired to stop wasting time wandering around and doing random things. I have changed my life to incorporate more exploring and adventurous things. I love exploring the woods and I have come to appreciate nature. This change was recent and when I reread your book, the inspiration came at full force and now I am doing everything I can to live while having fun.

My favorite part of the book is when Tom and Huck saw Injun Joe burying the gold. The boys were so excited to get there hands on it and become rich. Finally the boys come upon this reward for there sneakiness and stealth. This was when I wanted to be exactly like Huck and go find something amazing. I think I always connected to Huck, not because I had a similar life, but because I felt sorry for him. I felt bad that he had to be the son of the crazy drunk but at the same time I admired how all of the kids looked up to him. The main reason I admired Huck was because he lived independently from society. He did things the way he liked not the way society would like children to do. He developed his own personality from the person he became himself not the person he was forced into by his parents. I always longed for that type of freedom and wondered what I would be like if I didn’t have parents.

Reading it again, I understood many new things. Beyond the theme of adventure and childish things, there is a plot of growing up and maturity among the young adventurers. I love how this book is an interesting and exciting story for people of all ages. I hope many readers like me, have understood spirit of the book and have been stimulated towards venturing just like me. This book is still one of my favorite adventures and I can always count on it to captivate the exploratory and juvenile side of me.

Sincerely,
Ellen Buckley

letter

Dear Mark Twain,

I just recently reread Tom Sawyer and I realized how much it influenced me when I was a child. My mom used to read this book to me and it gave me crazy ideas and a sense of adventure. I remember running around the woods near my house setting up forts and exploring everywhere. My siblings and I used to pretend to be characters from Tom Sawyer, I was always Huck. This book brought out the adventurous side of me and I would like to thank you for that.

Reading it again, I understood many new things. Beyond the theme of adventure and childish things, there is a plot of growing up and maturity among the young adventurers. This book is still one of my favorite adventures and I can always count on it to captivate the exploratory and juvenile side of me.

Sincerely,
Ellen Buckley

I was sick over the weekend before this assignment was due and i wasn't at class on monday. so i am posting it now before tuesdays class, so i hope you will accept it. thanks.

THE CLOWN

Every January 15th was little Madison’s birthday and this year she sent out invitations to all of her friends, inviting them to her 8th birthday. On the day of her party, the snow was falling heavily outside of the big brick house. Inside, the party was well on its way and it was time for cake. The twelve boys and girls attempted to carry a tune as they sang “Happy Birthday”, while Madison’s mother held the sugar-rich cake. The living room was completely dark except for the light from the eight candles on the cake. Madison sat in her own armchair, with a smile matching her excited bouncing blonde pigtails. Madison took a deep breath and blew out all 8 candles. Everyone cheered. “Happy birthday Maddie” echoed across the room.

After all of the kids stuffed their tummies with the yellow cake, they continued to run around the spacious house. At that point, the clown was 30 minutes late to the party, and even though the kids didn’t seem to notice there was tension amongst the parents. One of the boys sat down at the grand piano and his little finger dancers jumped across the keys, making terrible sounds and noises. “Look I’m Beethoven,” he bragged. “No you are not. Beethoven was good,” another boy picked an argument. The boys continued to go back and forth. Madison’s parents were worried about the restless kids that they noticed as they look around the room. “He’ll come soon,” whispered the anxious father. “He better” says the wide-eyed mother quietly.

“Where is the clown?” Madison asked her mother. “He is coming Maddie, don’t worry. He has faced some weather related boundaries,” explained the parent. Madison pouted, “Well I hope he comes soon.” And she left to go talk with her friends.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. The anxious mother jumped up and opened the door. There stood the clown with big shoes, a fake nose and snow resting on the ends of his rough curly red wig. The clown walked straight past the mother slapping his clown shoes on the floor as he went. Passing the kitchen, into the living room filled with happy kids on a sugar high.

“Hello I am Bozo the clown”, said the wigged man as he made a huge hand gesture resembling a wave. The kids’ faces lit up as they cheered and gathered around Bozo. The mother and father stood in the back with relieved smiles spread across their faces.