I frequently think about my childhood, when books weren’t just objects, but a gateway to another world. You know, I used to be quite fond of books. My family hid hundreds of them beneath the floor panels, and I read each one cover to cover, losing myself in their worlds, and catching up with my imagination. During my upbringing, my family informed me that the world outside consists of miserable people who aren’t capable of imagination. Subsequently, one day, everything changed. Moreover, it was a day like no other, but when I returned home, I found my house ablaze. Firemen, discovering various forms of literature, resulted in the burning of my home. My family refused to abandon their beloved books and stayed inside beside them. Their passion…show more content… Instantaneously, I was eleven years old once more, reliving the same experience, but this time I was determined to save my book. An opportunity to seize the book appeared to me when talking to her, realizing how close I was to it. Quickly grabbing the rest of the remains of “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer” and shoving it into my fireman jacket, I ran back to the other firemen. Looking at the faces of my fellow workers, I noticed a wild flash in Montag’s eyes; something in him had changed. It was the same look that had haunted me when I reunited with my childhood novel, indicating that he was starting to question our mission. His look alone reminded me how books are evil and how they can affect a person detrimentally, resulting in me throwing them in the fire. Hence it made me feel ashamed to even ponder opening my childhood book. It was dangerous for a fireman to harbor such doubts. If Montag began to think for himself and came to the possibility that books might hold value, everything I stood for could unravel. I couldn't let that happen. I decided I must devise a plan to change Montag's mind, to ensure he views books as I
