I believe that teenagers are not stupid. Early in our lives, our parents read to us. Since we were kids, the messages were simple and concise; be nice, don’t hit, share, etc. It all stuck with us. I remember when I was young and my mom read “Is Your Mama a Llama?” to me before bed. It was your basic children's book. Short, silly, but it also made you feel loved. The llama, Lloyd, would go around asking his friends if their mama was a llama and they would each give descriptive, rhyming details as why there mama is not a llama. For example, Deborah Guarino wrote, “Is your mama a llama?” I asked my friend Dave. “No, she is not,” is the answer Dave gave. “She hangs by her feet, and she lives in a cave. I do not believe that’s how llamas behave.” “Oh,” I said. “You are right about that. I think that your mama sounds more like a bat!” When it gets to the end of the book, Lloyd found his mother and she would tell him how much she loved him.…show more content… Quickly, I grew up. Now, at sixteen years old I still love to read. Except the books I read now have changed quite a bit since my childhood. Instead of teaching me about sharing they teach me that all of the people around me lead incredibly complex lives and that I need to consider their needs. Instead of teaching me to be nice, they teach me that it’s my choices, not my past that defines me. Don’t hit has translated to not allow our fears stand in the way of adventure. The problem with these messages are that they are very difficult to
