My Boo Radley

When I first read the post I had no idea what my Boo Radley was. I guess when you grow up, you forget about some of those things that left you completely puzzled all those years ago. Because, once you get the answers, it seems that you just know it. You forget that you ever stayed up at night wondering. But after thinking about it long enough, I remembered that when I was little I had know idea what death was. I mean, how are parents supposed to explain to a child that one day you won’t live anymore. Death is still something that I try to wrap my brain around, but when I was younger it seemed like this big thing that I had known idea what it was!
I think I started understanding more about what death was as I got older and my mother would show me pictures of her grandparents who had pasted away when she was in high school. And I would ask my mom, "When can I meet them?" My mom would sweetly reply that I couldn't because they where gone.
To tell the truth, death still confuses me. But as I get older and smarter (hopefully!) I seem to understand it more and more. Like Scout, Boo Radley changed her childhood. He was always this mystery that she grew up with. And this is my mystery. And it has defiantly changed my childhood. It is not a huge change or anything. My Boo Radley just pops up in my head whenever I have a calm moment to think. Which isn't often I might add.
At the end of the book, Scout seems to see Boo Radley differently. It is not that he changed; she just seems to see him in a different light. And that is how I feel about my Boo. I still don’t understand it, and I won’t anytime soon. But I see it differently than I did when I was little.