"The Littlest Hitler" By: Ryan Boudinot

"The Littlest Hitler" by Ryan Boudinot shows us that not everybody follows the rules that society establishes. The narrator even says that he likes his dad because he did not seem to follow the rules that other grownups are obligated to follow. Therefore, Davy dressed up as Hitler for halloween one year. I was shocked when I first read this and wondered where the story was going after this opening line. His father encourages him to go as Hitler regardless of what everyone would think. Unlike his father, Davy is affected by what his classmates think. Ironically, Lisette comes dressed as Anne Frank. The teacher tries to be sympathetic to both Davy and Lisette and asks them to talk about the historical component of their costumes. Davy was surprised that most of his classmates sided with Lisette and Anne Frank and he felt really bad they did not understand that he was just dressing up for Halloween. He took of his costume and as he describes, by the time the school parade started he was completely "demoralized." This was a very interesting read because Davy and his father had strikingly different outlooks on life. Davy had a miserable time at the school Halloween party. He did not even have fun trick or treating later in the evening. I think that it is very wrong that he dressed up as Hitler but, I still feel bad that he did not enjoy his Halloween. This is a memorable snap shot into Davy's childhood which made me think about my own childhood memories.

Story From My Childhood: A story from my childhood that has really stuck with me is when I was walking to school one day when I was in kindergarten. It was a warm fall day, and all the houses on my street were decorated for Halloween. There was one house in particular that caught my eye. There was a large pumpkin on the steps that was decorated like a pirate. It was an enormous pumpkin. While my mom and I were walking to school, I glanced over at the pumpkin. I couldn't stop staring at it and I kept on walking. Before I knew it, I tripped on a bump in the sidewalk and landed flat on my face. I looked at my mom and started sobbing. My chin was gushing blood and my tights were ripped. I turned around and sprinted to my house. My mom followed and we cleaned up my chin. I was able to go to school even though I had several bandages on my chin. I was scared and did not enjoy seeing the blood. I will always remember this moment.