A childhood life full of growing up with bad parents, moving non-stop, and being taught to break the rules doesn’t necessarily confirm any fact of the how the rest of the child’s life will be-and that is why I wrote this book. As the readers of my book, The Glass Castle, already know, I wasn’t raised in a conventional family. A lot of the time, my mom was senseless and my dad was a drunk; so all I had for a majority of my childhood was my siblings, because no one wanted to be friends with the girl that lived in run-down houses and stunk because she couldn’t bathe. But with writing this book, I want to show people that that girl became an intelligent woman despite her rough past-as can anyone. In The Glass Castle, I tried my best to, while telling the stories of my childhood, recreate how I remembered feeling while all these crazy things were happening to/around me. For example, in my book, when I mentioned my family going to the zoo in Phoenix and my dad and I petting the cheetah, I made sure it was clear that I didn’t care that what we were doing was against the rules, and I wasn’t scared. I didn’t think of it as my dad putting my life on the line or anything even close. In fact, to quote my book, “I could hear people around us whispering about the crazy drunk man and his dirty little urchin children, but who cared what they thought? None of them had ever had their hand licked by a cheetah.” At that point, I wanted my audience to feel the love that my father-and the rest of my family-shared, despite what everyone else thought of us and the things we went through. I chose to incorporate information, such as the mathematics and science that my dad helped teach me, into my memoir in order to help my readers understand that although my family and I were suffering through poverty and obviously didn’t live the ideal life, we were not stupid. My dad, as I