Analysis Of An American Childhood By Annie Dillard

An American Childhood by Annie Dillard is a memoir of her life and memories of growing up in a wealthy family. When she is five years old, she recalls becoming more mindful of the world around her and herself. She also does a lot exploring and adventures in her younger years. Annie Dillard and I have very similar events throughout our lives that relate. One event in Dillard’s life is in her room she believes that a monster is creeping into her room through the night. Eventually, she discovers that it is just the headlights of cars outside her room. This event is similar to my childhood. When the clock strikes Ten o’clock my parents would send me off to my bed. I would go to my room and lay down as they turn off the light in my room. If my closet door is left open I will not be able to go to sleep. I would imagine that a huge monster is inside my closet waiting for me to go to sleep then attack me. One day I finally overcame my fear and closed the door.

Her father tells her that the older the coin is the more significance it has. So Dillard goes back to the alley and believes that digging deeper would led to even older coins she even states,” I would switch to a spade and delve down to the good stuff: to the shining layers of antique Spanish gold, of Roman gold maybe brass-bound chests of it, maybe diamonds and rubies” (Dillard 40). Even though she was misguided she never gave up. I also never give up especially when I was younger. When I was in elementary school my friend and I would chase what we thought is a ghost running around our neighborhood. We would signal to one another when we thought a ghost is in our peripheral of our eyes and dart toward the direction. Our parents would tell us to keep chasing after them but similar to Dillard we never give up until we started middle