Chapters 1 and 2 Response

The novel starts with Peter, his father, and his elder brother Tom sneaking out in the night with other people to push down the wall that the ruthless Sir Philip Morton had build around their field. When Tom was around Peter, he was always in that "sneering superior way" which older siblings tend to have. He teased Peter and acted like he wasn't important. Peter got upset and I can totally understand.
When I was in China, I had this cousin who was 3 years older than me, and since I was the only child back then, he was like my older brother. Of course, he teased me and usually dismissed my presence in front of his friends. It always felt so good when my aunt told him to stop being like that to me.
Personally, I have never had a push-down-a-wall-built-by-your-landowner family night. In the society that I live in now, my family rarely needs to do labour together. The last time I could think of when we actually did some labour was picking blueberries in the summer. Even that seemed a little awkward, when we all dressed up preparing to do some "work". But it's kind of sad how this occurred often back in the middle ages.
So Peter didn't get to go do the wall pushing, but he stayed on watch for Sir Philip. When he actually came with his horsemen, he couldn't resist the urge to chuck a rock at Sir Philip, so he threw one but missed. Then someone saw him and shot at him. Luckily it missed but it got his cap. The next day, his cap with the bullet hole was found and had to run away.
When I do something bad, the conscience always gets me. I feel like someone knows what I did and what they say seems to be about what I did, until I realize that they were talking about something totally different. I can't recall an exact moment, but for example, if I didn't do my homework and the teacher calls my name, I would freak thinking that homework check was remember when in fact it was for a totally different reason.
At the end of chapter 2 when Peter runs away, it says that he actually wanted to see the outside world and have some adventure. I can understand how someone would want that in the middle ages, but in our society now, I would be picked up by some homeless shelter if I tried to do that. I don't think I'll ever have to be forced out of my own household.