Reaction while you’re reading these lines from the text in the story.   
1.Poverty was the cage in which we all were trapped, and our hatred of it was still the vague, undirected restlessness of the zoo-bred flamingo who knows that nature created him to fly free.
2.The idea caught on at once, for annoying Miss Lottie was always fun. I was still child enough to scamper along with the group over rickety fences and through bushes that tore our already raggedy clothes, back to where Miss Lottie lived.
3.I just stood there peering through the bushes, torn between wanting to join the fun and feeling that it was all a bit silly.
4.My mother’s voice was like a cool, dark room in summer—peaceful, soothing, quiet. 
5.“I ain’t talking about nobody else, I m talking about me. God knows I try.” My mother said something I could not hear, and my father cried out louder, “What must a man do, tell me that?”