A walk to remember
I grabbed “Hatchet” by Gary Paulsen this evening from a community library while taking Olive for a walk after work. It came out of one of those take a book, leave a book neighborhood boxes. I still need to leave a book but that can come another day.
When I noticed it I immediately transported back to my childhood. It was around 5th grade that I remember reading “Hatchet” for the first time. I loved how brave and inventive he was, all the while captivated by his boyhood wonder.
“Thirteen-year-old Brian Robeson is on his way to visit his father when the single-engine plane in which he is flying crashes. Suddenly, Brian finds himself alone in the Canadian Wilderness with nothing but a tattered Winderbreaker and the hatchet his mother gave him as a present - and the dreadful secret that has been tearing him apart since his parents’ divorce. But now Brian has no time for anger, self-pity, or despair - it will take all his know-how and determination, and more courage than he knew he possessed, to survive.” - Hatchet
When I saw it I thought of my nephew Trae who is right around the same age, I was when I first read this book. So I’ll be sending it to him when I’m done with it.
Im going to read it and study it. I long desired to be a writer, but the desire is the only thing I had. I wasn’t writing. Not until my niece gave me a self-illustrated book called “Dreamworld Rescue” that she asked me to write a story for.
I’m really excited about it because it helps me connect with her. I live over 2,500 hundred miles away.
The same thing with this book, “Hatchet.” Reading it helps bring my nephew to the forefront of my mind and it helps me connect with him even though I live in California. In addition to feeling more connected to the people who matter it reminds me of being a kid.
From my perspective, often as adults we become hardened by the world and forget that we too formerly played freely without carrying the worries we do now, after years of living in society.