|Interest Level||Reading Level||Reading A-Z||ATOS||Word Count|
|Grades 4 - 8||Grades 3 - 5||T||4.7||44326|
My uncle was exactly one inch taller than my father. But his stomach was soft. We knew this because we hit him in it once the year before, and he yelped in pain and threatened to spank us. We got sent to bed without supper because my parents said hitting someone was the worst thing you could do. Stealing was second, and lying was third. Before I was twelve I would have commited all three of these crimes.
Published on July 12, 2009 by by Cynthia Kadohata