Darry and Ponyboy Comparision
H12
Mr. More
6/7th Grade Humanities
September 20, 2014
Dear Darry, Hi, it is me Ponyboy. I have been meaning to talk to you about something. I never thought you as a father even though you always try to be like a father to me. You were always very rough to me and even though you sometimes said sorry for any act you did like shaking me vigorously, I never thought you really meant it. As for example, once I thought, “Darry isn’t very sorry for anything he does. It seems funny to me that he should look just like my father and act exactly the opposite from him. My father was only 40 when he died and he looked 25 and a lot of people thought Darry and Dad were brothers, instead of father and son. But they only looked alike- my father was never rough to anyone without meaning to be.” (Hinton, 6) The problem between us was that I thought you were way too harsh for you to actually be nice and caring at that time. You had never been understanding to me like SodaPop. You always regarded me to be the baby of the family and never treated me like my real age. You had always been hard and firm. So one day it came to my thoughts, “Soda tries to understand, at least, which is more than what Darry does. But then, Soda is different from anybody; he understands, almost. Like he’s never hollering at me all the time the way Darry is, or treating me as if I was 6 instead of 14.” (Hinton, 2) You had always been dominating and the thought of facing you if I was late left me trembling. I was always scared because you were way to over protective. Like the day I came back late and you yelled at me. You said,” I reckon it never occurred to you that your brothers might me worrying their heads of and afraid to call the police because something like that could get you thrown in boy’s home so fast your head would spin.”(Hinton, 50) I felt hot tears of anger and frustration rising with in me.
But now as days have passed, I can feel that you’re over protectiveness was there only to protect me
Mr. More
6/7th Grade Humanities
September 20, 2014
Dear Darry, Hi, it is me Ponyboy. I have been meaning to talk to you about something. I never thought you as a father even though you always try to be like a father to me. You were always very rough to me and even though you sometimes said sorry for any act you did like shaking me vigorously, I never thought you really meant it. As for example, once I thought, “Darry isn’t very sorry for anything he does. It seems funny to me that he should look just like my father and act exactly the opposite from him. My father was only 40 when he died and he looked 25 and a lot of people thought Darry and Dad were brothers, instead of father and son. But they only looked alike- my father was never rough to anyone without meaning to be.” (Hinton, 6) The problem between us was that I thought you were way too harsh for you to actually be nice and caring at that time. You had never been understanding to me like SodaPop. You always regarded me to be the baby of the family and never treated me like my real age. You had always been hard and firm. So one day it came to my thoughts, “Soda tries to understand, at least, which is more than what Darry does. But then, Soda is different from anybody; he understands, almost. Like he’s never hollering at me all the time the way Darry is, or treating me as if I was 6 instead of 14.” (Hinton, 2) You had always been dominating and the thought of facing you if I was late left me trembling. I was always scared because you were way to over protective. Like the day I came back late and you yelled at me. You said,” I reckon it never occurred to you that your brothers might me worrying their heads of and afraid to call the police because something like that could get you thrown in boy’s home so fast your head would spin.”(Hinton, 50) I felt hot tears of anger and frustration rising with in me.
But now as days have passed, I can feel that you’re over protectiveness was there only to protect me