When I was in second grade, I had troubles reading. I was a smart kid, excelling in ever other subject, but for some reason I couldn't wrap my head around reading. One night, my father came into my room to tuck me in and with him he carried a huge red leather bound book. It was The Lord of The Rings, a complete set. For the next six months, he and I would each read a page and switch off until it was time for me to go to bed. Before I knew it, I could read.
When the movies came out, I was very excited to see them, of course, my mother didn't let me until after I was thirteen because of the violent content. In the span of one week, I rented the two movies that were already released and went to the theater to see The Return of The King. Although the movies aren't exactly like the books, they still hold the same feeling and explore the main themes, making them very enjoyable to watch and discuss with anyone who is interested.
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