Revised: Fathers, Sons, and Brothers Pg. 1-32

The first chapter of Fathers, Sons and Brothers, was interestingly focused around a garage. Brett Lott remembers his family when he was a child to the present day with his wife and two children. He says, "a house is not a home,"(2). Lott writes about the house is not complete without a garage. It's as though the garage is what is holding everything in place. When Lott was younger, he, his father and brothers would be together in the garage. Fond memories are in the garages of their homes. Lott says on page 5, that their families garage was a "haven". When it comes to Lott's memories of his childhood his garage is making a big impression. It's only a garage that pulls the chapter around.

My favorite part in the reading thus far is when he has the paper route and remembers every street he delivered too and the intricate details of the paper route. "The wind grew, whistled in my ears, the handlebars lighter than anything I could imagine after having been so full so long. The bags ballooned out with the rush of air into them..."(20). You're on top of the world, the wind blowing past you knowing you get to go home to a bottle of R.C Cola. That is a perfect childhood memory every child would like to have. As we grow older those moments as a child get behind us. We never get to experience those innocent bike rides, or playing with the neighborhood kids in the street anymore because time is flying by like your riding down the hill wanting to finish the paper route as soon as possible, but as soon as your finish and your at the bottom of the hill your childhood is gone and you are a grown up and have to take on more responsibility. It's your life flashing before your eyes.

"Sometimes, then I fell asleep. But most times I only lay awake, waiting for what could happen next, that sound passing through me and swallowing me whole, me that much alone in the world."(22) He started hearing the sound as he would lay in bed after his paper route. For him to remember this "sound" must have been extremely important. It's the sound of silence that enlightens our childhood. The rush after something exhilarating.

Another important line in the reading is, "I remember-no true picture, necessarily, but what I have made the truth by holding tight to it, playing it back in my head at will and in the direction I wish it to go,"(28). No one has a clear picture of their own memories. We try so hard to remember to piece together what happened. At some point in time that whole memory comes into action playing in our mind. It's our choice whether we want to remember every critical moment of the memory. Our family moments good or bad will be with us, we just have to find them in our memory. It's hard for the real truth to finally come out.