By James Thurber
1933

Thurber tells a few stories of his life growing up in
Columbus, Ohio. He has a way of making
fun of himself and his family members in a way that is still respectful. I can tell he really cares for his family,
but he doesn’t hesitate to talk about some of the ridiculous things that they
have done.
Reading this book is like being at one of my crazy family’s
parties. There, the same mishaps and
adventures from previous years are told over and over again, but they still
provoke as much laughter. I will always
laugh when we recount the adult jelly bean hunt from several Easters ago. My sister fell down (or was she pushed?) so
hard that she ended up in the emergency room with stitches in her head. The best part about it is that she lay on the
floor bleeding and the rest of us kept right on looking for jellybeans. She was still conscious after all. The competition can't stop for a little blood.
What makes up a life?
It’s not just the goals met, hardships overcome, or awards won. It’s the collection of little moments –
little stories – that bring smiles to our faces.
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