The Way I Remember
February 3, 2022
Louis Sachar’s Holes is a book we read in my 3rd grade class, which was over a decade ago. I didn’t remember anything about the plot of Holes except for two things:
summer camptype deal where he was forced to dig holes out in like a desert or something (which probably violated some child labor laws now that I think about it)
Stan gazes out the old school bus window as it rolls across the savannah. He’s spent the three hour trip thinking about himself, his loved ones, and the rumors he’s heard about the camp he’s being taken to. It’s nighttime when he arrives, and he’s greeted by an old man with whom he’s trading places. The man shares a word of what some might call wisdom, before Stan heads to the dorms to rest.
What follows are grueling workdays spent digging holes through tough soil in the blistering heat. Moments not spent doing physical labor are spent eating, sleeping, or trying not to get picked on by the other kids. But after getting into a fistfight with severe consequences, Stan comes to a dire realization, and begins planning his final day at camp.