Personal Narrative: Doodle

Older siblings feel obligated to take authority over their younger siblings. The narrator took the responsibility of teaching Doodle to develop into an ordinary boy; however, he supports Doodle out of selfishness. With this in mind, the narrator changes Doodle’s name from “William Armstrong” to Doodle because he believes Doodle is not strong enough to have that name. He believes “William Armstrong” only “sounds good only on a tombstone,” (595) so changing Doodle’s name was the kindest thing he could have done. Likewise, the narrator selfishly disobeys the doctor’s list of don'ts for Doodle because he doesn’t agree with Doodle’s limitations. In fact, the narrator hauls Doodle carelessly around cotton fields and whips him around corners on two wheels of the go-cart. As a result, the narrator decides to take the next step in teaching Doodle. As school approaches, Doodle falls behind on learning to run, swim, and climb. Therefore, the narrator decides to double his efforts and push Doodle even harder. “I made him swim until he turned blue and row until he couldn’t lift an oar. Wherever we

The narrator, Brother, tells the story of Doodle, his brother, and his childhood with all his disabilities; starting off by telling about Doodle when he was a baby and toddler, about how he could not do much for himself for a long time, but eventually learns to crawl. He soon moves onto when Doodle got a little older and Brother would have to take him everywhere he went and how the two would take on the mission of teaching Doodle to walk; they spent almost everyday out in the woods making Doodle stronger and stronger. On Doodle’s sixth birthday, they showed the family what he could do;

At the beginning, Doodle had been very hesitant to go along with his brother’s plans. He tried to argue with his brother. “I can’t walk, Brother,” Doodle said. “Who says so?” He demanded. “Mama, the doctor, everybody,” uttered Doodle. “Oh, you can walk,” The narrator said.” Shortly after that, Doodle began to follow the narrator’s orders and self ambitions. Soon, the narrator had acquired too much ambition, putting Doodle at risk. This is evident with Doodle’s constant cry, “don’t hurt me, Brother.” Little did the narrator know he would be pushing his brother too far. Later in the story, the narrator let his ambition overcome him and decided to keep on pushing his brother. He did not want a brother who could not do what other normal schoolboys could do. He admits to himself, “the knowledge that Doodle’s and my plans had come to naught was bitter, and that streak of cruelty within me awakened.” He believed what Doodle could not do would greatly affect him and his social

The only thing that the Brother wanted was a sibling with which he could play with. But when Doodle arrived all of his hopes were shattered. As a result, he makes Doodle pay for it on many occasions. He makes him touch his own casket that was laying in the lay loft being reserved for

Brother gets a little brother and they didn't think he would live long. But after a few months they named him William Armstrong. Then Brother names him Doodle, Doodle was surrounded by death ever since he was born. In “The Scarlet Ibis” Brother was a mean brother who didn't like his little brother at first, than when Doodle got an older, brother wanted to teach him to run, fight, and to swim because of his pride, and then Brother starts to feel regret because he pushed Doodle so hard.

His older brother hoped of having a normal brother but despite all the that he helped him try to overcome his disability. His brother gives him a nickname, Doodle, after a doodle bug. The narrator is prideful about him in good times and bad times. Then the brothers spot a bird, the scarlet ibis, and then watch it fall to the ground. Doodle then buries it and goes on.

Daddy, Mama, and I went back to the dining-room table, but we watched Doodle through the open door. He took out a piece of string from his pocket and, without touching the ibis, looped one end around its neck. Slowly, while singing softly ‘Shall We Gather at the River,’ he carried the bird around to the front yard and dug a hole in the flower garden, next to the petunia bed” (562). Doodle has a connection to the bird; they are both different, unique, and out of place. Doodle is determined to bury the bird because he feels connected to the bird.

Doodles brother was very selfish throughout the story. He had a crippled brother that could not walk,so he was embarrassed by him. “When Doodle was 5 years old, I was embarrassed at having brother of that age who couldn’t walk” James Hurst page 353. Since he was so embarrassed to have a crippled brother, he was selfish enough to teach him how to walk. He would take doodle to the Old woman swamp everyday and teach him how to stand up, then walk. His mom would make him take Doodle with him wherever he went and he hated that. He would have to pull his brother in a wagon everywhere he went which made him feel

Brother knew that Doodle had disabilities, but instead of accepting it he tried to push Doodle into learning the normal ways of life. When Doodle was a baby he tried to do things on his own for example, he would push himself up until he turned purple, which was not healthy. Brother also tried to teach Doodle how to swim, walk, and talk. Pushing him could have caused emotional damage and false hope. When Doodle was learning how to walk, he would get up and then eventually he would fall down.

Doodle’s family didn’t even name him until he was three months old. The only one in the family close enough to care was his brother, and he was constantly hurting and teasing Doodle. “One day I took him up to the barn loft and showed him his casket, telling him how we all believed he would die (Hurst 353). His brother took him wherever he went in a little go cart, and Doodle loved it, but because Doodle’s brother hated that Doodle was disabled, he would take Doodle places and do dangerous things with him just to be mean. His family did not know how to love him.

Doodle’s family cared about him and wanted him to be the happiest and the best person that he could be. Even living with his condition, preventing him from living a “normal” life. When Doodle’s family discovered that he had learned to walk they were overwhelmed

Doodles parents had to constantly watch his health. His parents were afraid for Doodle to even move, but once he did they were happy. They had to watch, feed, move, and clan Doodle as their daily responsibility since he couldn’t do it himself. His brother put more effort into helping him. He took him outside, even though he didn’t want to, he still did.

Hurst wrote this story to tell us about his story and to get us to be happy for what we have, He was trying to convey to us that some things in life are very important even if you don't think they are.hurst talks lots about the little everyday things we do that his brother can't, like walking! Hurst states “within a few months Doodle had learned to walk.” he didn't start walking as a baby like us, he was as fragile as a glass vase. We take the little things like walking,swimming, crawling, biking, etc, for granted that's why hurst is trying to teach us that the things we can do other people might not be able to so we should be happy we can. Also we might hate having siblings so were mean to them.” much as our blood sometimes bears the seed

It was clove season, and the summer was dead but autumn had not yet been born, that the ibis lit in the bleeding tree. He was born my little brother we never that he would be able to live, but he lived longer than we thought he would. Aunt Nicey had doodle and he was so shriveled like an old man; we thought he would on live for three months. Doodle was just about the craziest brother a boy could ever have.

My greatest skill is drawing. I’ve developed this skill by drawing when I have time and look some drawings from the internet to get inspired. I’ve demonstrated this skill by showing it to my family or posting it on the internet. I’ve always liked drawing since I was a kid because I always imagine things and I want to remember it. I used to draw Spongebob’s snail, Gary, a lot because I’ve seen a tutorial on how to draw Gary. And it inspired me, so I did it, and the outcome didn’t turn what I expect it to be. So, I tried it over and over again until I perfected it. Then, I tried drawing something else like cartoon characters, a person, etc. Until I get a hang of it, but I can’t do it without an image to copy from. As the time goes by, I am now