Have I ever told you the story about the time I was on the lam from the Home? That's where they sent kids that didn't have a momma, or daddy, or any other kin to look after us. Momma died when I was six and Daddy...well....I was going to find him, no matter what, even though I had never met him. All's I knew is he played the biggest fiddle you ever did see, at least according to a flier Momma kept around with her. One thing's for certain, I was not going back to that Home!
Well, it all started back during the Depression. Times were tough and, to make matters worse, I was only ten years old and weighed about as much as a sack of potatoes, had everything I owned with me in a suitcase, traveling, roaming, wandering away from Flint to find my daddy. One thing that got me through it was, what I liked to call, "Bud Caldwell's Rules and Things to Have a Funner Life and Make a Better Liar Out of Yourself." (pg. 133) Like:
RULES AND THINGS NUMBER 8
Whenever a Adult Tells You to Listen Carefully and Talks to You
in a Real Calm Voice Do Not Listen, Run as Fast as You Can Because
Something Real Terrible Is Just Around the Corner.
Especially If the Cops Are Chasing You.
Especially If the Cops Are Chasing You.
Another thing I had to keep reminding folks was, "The name's Bud, Not Buddy"..... by Christopher Paul Curtis.
Age Level: Grade 3-8
Genre: Historical Fiction
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