I didnt see the Gettin Grown video but now that I have read the reviews I wish that I did. It seems as if the film was about a young boy being taught to be responsible with errands and tasks and unafortunately he was punished because of things that were unpreventable. I believe that at times there are to much responsbility put on the shoulders of children. Children should live the life as a child and be given responsibilty as an adult. I truly believe this is why most children by the age of 10-12 have a hard time with stress and being depressed.

Doglas Research
My question about Frederick Douglas was how did he die? I researched my question under Google.com and received numerous searches.
iupui.edu gave a timeline of his life and showed that on February 20, 1895 he died at Cedar Hill.
wikipedia.ofg said that shortly after attending a meeting of The National Council of Women in Washington D.C., Douglas died of a massive heart attack of stroke in his adopted hometown of Washington D.C.. He was buried in Mount Hope Cemetery in Rochester, New York.

What I learned from other blogs

Reading my peers blogs informed me in how different we are and what we like to read. Most of the blogs I read gave happy endings while I like drama so my ending was as postive as others. I think freee writing like this gives us the opportunity to reach our creative sides and write it how we would have liked to read it.

Sonny's Letter

Dear Brother,

I know if your reading this Im with mom and dad and we miss you. I also know that you are blaming yourself. My mission in this letter is by the time your fininshed with this is that you wont. There are so many things that I cant explain but i will tell you this I tried. I tried to be the person that i wanted to be but my fait wouldn't allow it. Everytime i tried to do what was expected of me, I always pictured failure. As a child i always looked up to you and dad but the more I admired you two the more I became different. The only one thing that made me one with myself was music. I depended on it as i did drugs to get hi. Though you never understood me i never felt the lack of love. As a matter of fact I believe you loved me to much. Everyday you or I walked through that door your eyes lit up and I never understood why. Your wife said it was because you admired me. She said you admired me because I was everything your werent. She said even though you never understood me that was the particular thing you admired. I was unpredictable and you desired my courage. It's funny because that exact day I told her that I thought about leaving town and she begged me not to go. She said with me around I gave you life. But you dont need me around to live and thats why I'm leaving. Everyday for the past years you have worried about me and I dont want you worrying anymore. I figure with me gone you will finally get the rest you deserve. I'm better off here with mom and dad. I love you brother and I will truly miss you. Dont think of me as gone forever just think of me as if Im out of town and you wont see me again till you join me.


Sincerly,
Sonny

I had been three months since Sonny played his heart out that night. Since that very night things had been going good around the house. The boys were enjoying Sonny and so was my husband. He told me that he slept better at night knowing Sonny was okay. Sonny was attending counseling for the drugs and was even opening up with his brother. Althought things were looking okay I still saw the same look in Sonny's eyes as I had saw before when he was living with me and my parents. This look was one that cried for a better life a look that yearned for more but was unsure how to get to that point. To me it was as if he never changed, and i believe he felt the exact same. It all blew over one day, one night in three months Sonny didnt come home. His brother was a wreck, his feet didnt touch the bed all night. He just kept saying he will never grow up, he will never learn. It always bothered me that he never cut Sonny any slack. The whole three months he hubered over him as if he had three sons and i knew for a fact Sonny felt the same way. S onny told me that he thought about leaving and going out of town, but he knew it would break his brothers heart and i swore i would never tell. That next morning when Sonny came home they went at it. As soon as Sonny walked through the door he was tortured, questioned of where abouts, and belittled. Before his brother could get all of his anger out Sonny had gone balistic. They argued for hours and after hours Sonny gave up. He left the house an d that was the last time we saw Sonny. Two days later the police called and announced Sonny dead. So once again, he read about Sonny in the newspaper. Sonny committed suicide and jumped over the Brooklyn Bridge. Before he jumped he wrote a letter and left it under his bed. HIs funeral was very well put togeher and we buried him beside his parents. It took about a week before his brother slept through one night. Everyday he blamed himself for Sonnys death, till the one day we found the letter.

First off i enjoyed the story as a whole. As I read I found interesting information such as, sonny's sibling is a man and that they are black. I found this story to be very emotional and close to home. I am still unsure of exactly what happen to sonny that was posted in the newspaper and I still question if sonny's sibling had ever did drugs with him. I really didn't like the way the story ended but it told sonny's struggle and fight with his inner self. I think it is sad that people turn to drugs hoping to make life easier on them when in reality it is really making the situation worst.