It's freezing!
My balls just turned into marbles.
My balls just turned into bb's!
Most scenes together: Adult Joe Wenteworth (Narrator) & Simon Birch (20), Adult Joe Wenteworth (Narrator) & Rev. Russell (5), Simon Birch & Rev. Russell (5)
It's freezing!
My balls just turned into marbles.
My balls just turned into bb's!
It's freezing!
My balls just turned into prunes.
My balls just turned into raisins.
Simon Birch, get away from there. You'll scare him off.
Simon Birch was the smallest delivery ever recorded in the history of Gravestown Memorial Hospital.
I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice, not because of his voice or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death but because he is the reason I believe in God. What faith I have, I owe it to Simon Birch, a boy I grew up with in Gravestown, Maine.
Our Sunday school teacher was an unhappy woman by the name of Miss Leavey. Her name suited her perfectly as she was always leaving class.
Simon's father owned the Birch Granite Company. Mr. Birch was a big believer in the rock and just about everything in their house was made from granite, including Mr. Birch.
Time is a monster that cannot be reasoned with. It responds like a snail to our impatience...then it races like a gazelle when you can't catch your breath.
When someone you love dies, you don't lose them all at once. You lose them in pieces over time, like how the mail stops coming. What I remember most to this day was my mother's scent and how I hated it when it began to disappear. First from her closets and drawers, then from her dresses that she had sewed herself and finally, from her bedsheets and pillowcases.
Winter left its icy chill behind and soon it was spring, then summer again. Grandmother passed away that June following a stroke. And because Hilde was always so content to just follow her lead...she had a stroke of her own and died in July. We buried them side by side. It's the way they would've wanted it. Ben Goodrich legally adopted me just two days before my thirteenth birthday. Not a day goes by that I don't thank God for bringing him into my life. With Simon's help, I'd finally found my real father.