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    The narrator would escape to her wigwam in the backyard when her parents argued. She would imagine herself as a brave on the plains to avoid listening to their fighting. The narrator found the house suffocating despite its grandeur, as it was stuffed with her archaeologist parents' collections of artifacts and papers, as well as their bitterness. The narrator was a wild child who disrupted her parents' calm, museum-like home with her loudness, messiness, and unruliness. She preferred playing with dolls by beheading or burying them rather than making outfits for them like other girls.

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    The narrator would escape to her wigwam in the backyard when her parents argued. She would imagine herself as a brave on the plains to avoid listening to their fighting. The narrator found the house suffocating despite its grandeur, as it was stuffed with her archaeologist parents' collections of artifacts and papers, as well as their bitterness. The narrator was a wild child who disrupted her parents' calm, museum-like home with her loudness, messiness, and unruliness. She preferred playing with dolls by beheading or burying them rather than making outfits for them like other girls.

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    The narrator would escape to her wigwam in the backyard when her parents argued. She would imagine herself as a brave on the plains to avoid listening to their fighting. The narrator found the house suffocating despite its grandeur, as it was stuffed with her archaeologist parents' collections of artifacts and papers, as well as their bitterness. The narrator was a wild child who disrupted her parents' calm, museum-like home with her loudness, messiness, and unruliness. She preferred playing with dolls by beheading or burying them rather than making outfits for them like other girls.

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    The Salt Road

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    The narrator would escape to her wigwam in the backyard when her parents argued. She would imagine herself as a brave on the plains to avoid listening to their fighting. The narrator found the house suffocating despite its grandeur, as it was stuffed with her archaeologist parents' collections of artifacts and papers, as well as their bitterness. The narrator was a wild child who disrupted her parents' calm, museum-like home with her loudness, messiness, and unruliness. She preferred playing with dolls by beheading or burying them rather than making outfits for them like other girls.

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    Chapter 4

    Our aim today:

     To understand that some information in a text is obvious (compared to


    information that is subtle or open to interpretation).
     To develop skills to find obvious (or explicit) information.

    ‘The Salt Road’ by Jane Johnson

    When I was a child, I had a wigwam in our back garden: a circle of thing
    yellow cotton draped over a bamboo pole and pegged to the lawn. Every
    time my parents argued, that was where I went. I would lie on my
    stomach with my fingers in my ears and stare so hard at the red animals
    printed on its bright decorative border that after a while they began to
    dance and run, until I wasn’t in the garden any more but out on the plains,
    wearing a fringed deerskin tunic and feathers in my hair, just like the
    brave in the films I watched every Saturday morning in the cinema down
    the road.

    Even at an early age I found it preferable to be outside in my little tent


    rather than inside the house. The tent was my space. It was as large as
    my imagination, which was infinite. But the house, for all its grandeur
    and Georgian spaciousness, felt small and suffocating. It was stuffed
    with things, as well as with my mother and father’s bitterness. They
    were both archaeologists, my parents: lovers of the past, they had
    surrounded themselves with boxes of yellowed papers, ancient artefacts,
    dusty objects; the fragile husks of lost civilisations. I never knew why
    they decided to have me: even the quietest baby, the most house trained
    toddler, the most studious child, would have disrupted the artificial,
    museum-like calm they had wrapped around themselves. In that house
    they lived separated from the rest of the world, in a bubble in which
    dust motes floated silently like the fake snow in a snow-globe. I was not
    the child to complement such a life, being a wild little creature, loud and
    messy and unbiddable.

    I had dolls, but more often than not I beheaded them or scalped them,
    or buried them in the garden and forgot where they were. I had no
    interest in making fashionable outfits for the oddly attenuated pink
    plastic mannequins with their insectile torsos and brassy hair that the
    other girls so worshipped and adorned.

    Before answering these questions you must use the following four
    steps:

    1. Look carefully at the question.


    2. Decide exactly what you are looking for.
    3. Go to the rough locations of that information.
    4. Does it answer your question?

    Questions

    1. Where did the writer, Izzy, escape to when her parents


    argued?
    2. Name two things in paragraph 2 that the house was
    ‘stuffed with’.
    3. Give four examples of things about Izzy in paragraph 2
    that annoyed her parents.
    4. Choose three words that summed up Izzy’s parents’
    interests.
    5. What kind of things did Izzy like doing?

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