Dear J.R.R. Tolkein,
Clang, bang, crash. Those were the sounds that as a kid I heard a lot. I wanted to be a spy, or a ninja, or, maybe even James Bond. I wanted something excited to happen in my life. Something that was amazing. I loved science fiction; it let me escape the reality of my boring life. I also wanted to make something out of my life. If I was a spy I could save the world from all those evil villains that would take over the world just by using their wicked laugh to rule over his minions. If I could be a ninja I could do the same thing but wearing a sweet outfit and using a sword. James Bond was my third choice. He was cunning, agile, and of course, he was good with the ladies. Those three combined would have been my dream persona when I was ten.
Reading the Hobbit brought back these fantasies from my childhood. The adventure that surrounds this story was the adventure that was my life, for at least for the first ten years. When Bilbo saved the dwarves from the trolls it reminded me when I used to go into the timber outside my house and pretend that the deer were evil ninjas and I had to go and save my friend from them. Long story, short, I had to scare the deer from one side of the timber to the other.
When I turned twelve I decided I was going to be a professional basketball player. I knew that I was out of shape and that somehow if I was going to be a basketball player I needed to get in shape. I thought that climbing trees would be the way to get my legs, arms and the rest of me in shape. I decided to make it a little more interesting. If I could get to the top of the tree that meant that I save the forest, of my furry friends, from a forest fire. I relived that experience when Bilbo awoke with his legs being enveloped in a spider's web.
The final scene that I think affected me the most was when Gandalf first came and told Bilbo that he was going to go on an adventure and Bilbo was going with him. It took me back to many years of my life. I have two older brothers, one is 21 and the other is 18. They use to go out in the timber with me and go sledding with me during the winter and it was one of the best times of my life. We would make snow forts and pretend that we were kings and queens that were in wars against each other. Anyways, my oldest brother would always come up to my room to tell me that he was going sledding and Ben, the middle brother, and I were going with him. Of course, we always did. It just reminded me of all the unexpected times that we made great by going together, in the same way that Bilbo had an unexpected journey to visit Smaug.
The Hobbit has brought back many memories that have affected my life in so many ways. It took me back to my days of spying on my family, the days of running around in the timber and climbing trees. It also reminded me of having my brothers take me unexpected place and have the time of my life. This is how the Hobbit affected me and no one can take that away from me. Books will last a long time but memories last forever.