In the beginning, Greg storms out of the house after receiving a lecture from his father, an action I can relate to. The first thing I thought when I read this was “Wow, this kid’s got some guts, to leave in the middle of the night, in a storm.” I can relate to his storming out of the house to when I roll my eyes after my mom lectures me, lock myself in my room, and lose myself in music. I often slam the door shut. I thought of many different scenarios as he reached the tenement. He could be kidnapped, shot, get lost, anything could have happened to Greg.
As the story progressed, I learned with Greg that I should value my family and friends while I have them. When I was younger, I didn’t really believe anyone close to me could die. Now, that I’m older, I know that my grandparents’ life could end any day; that my family or friends could be killed in a car crash; that I could be murdered. I learned with Greg that, if a war aroused, my brothers or father could be sent in to fight. I know now to value my family and friends.
I think I’m like Greg a lot in one way. He asked Lemon Brown many times if he’s okay. When someone close to me gets hurt, or looks injured or like they’re feeling bad, I ask a lot of times to see if they’re okay. If they answer that they’re okay, and tell me not to worry, I still worry. I look over at them a lot to see if they’re okay, to try to see how to make them feel better. To me, “The Treasure of Lemon Brown” has two themes. The first one is to value your family and friends. The second one is that every man has a