She was making dinner for herself when her dress caught on fire and burned her. One of Walls’s first memories took place when she was three years old. Although Walls knows her parents have been homeless for years, she looks back on how she grew up and how her parent’s choices really affected her. Along the way, she sees her homeless mother rooting through trash on the street. The book starts with Walls taking a taxi in New York City to an event. Her family was dysfunctional to say the least, and Jeannette bared all in her memoir. She turned from a scrappy girl into a successful woman by working hard, and who, in no way had an easy time growing up. However, the same cannot be said for everyone, especially Jeannette Walls. I know I was lucky in that I grew up in a stable home filled with whatever I needed. When I think of my childhood, the first couple of things that come to mind are bedtime stories, playdates and a lot of peanut butter sandwiches.
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