Tuesday, March 8, 2011

How I am like Will?

I think that I am like Will in a few different ways. The first way is that he was determined to take the watch and show it to his cousin Jack. This takes place in the first chapter on page 3 in The White Mountains. I am like Will because I am always determined to finish what I have started. In my old school we were racing and half way there, I tripped on a rock. I fell to the ground but instead of not finishing the racing I got up with a bloody knee and finished the race. I did not care about losing but I finished it for my team. My team did not come last or first but they appreciated that I had tried my best and that is all that mattered and that we all had fun!

The second way that I am like Will is that Jack and him had started to question the Tripods (Pg.12-13). I was naughty when I was little and I started to question my parents, as you can imagine they were not too happy with being questioned. It had started when I was three and I stole a cookie from my brother so I was sent to my room. As I was storming down the hall way in anger I thought this is not fare, my brother stole a cookie from me. When I reached my door I screamed out "No! I will not go to my room!". My mum was surprise I had never questioned her before, so she asked me why I would not go to my room. I was lucky that my mum was not a Tripod or I do not know what would happen.

My last connection to Will is that he had stared to become a little curious in the book (Pg.12-13) and that has happened to me too. When I lived in Scotland I was curious about what was behind a door in my loft. As I thought about it more the more I wanted to see what was on the other side of the door. I had to see what was on the other side so at night after I had been put to bed I snuck out of my bed with a flash light and climbed up the stairs into the loft. It was dark so I had to rely on my flash light. When I reached the door I opened it tying not to make a sound but in doing so my dad woke up and made me go back to bed. That is when I started thinking about the meaning of the saying The curiosity killed the cat.