When your clothes are two sizes too big, and you got on no-name sneakers, and your mother cuts your hair and it looks like your mother cuts your hair, you get used to people treating you funny. But I was used to people treating me funny. When anyone ever asks about where I live, I get weird because people always treat you funny when they find out you stay in a certain kind of neighborhood. Charles's assessment, choosing instead to embrace it as a new component of his identity. Charles, Castle was told he looked like a ghost, a result of the shock and dissociation of the domestic crisis.
While the name conjures images of ethereal forms traveling quickly and beyond the bounds of reality, the speedy-sounding nickname actually has its origins in the traumatic night Castle and his mother had to run for their lives to escape Castle's violent father. When introducing himself to the Defenders, Castle dubs himself "Ghost," the nickname he has chosen for himself. Like he didn’t recognize us, probably because of how scared we both must’ve looked.
Charles looked at us like he was looking at two ghosts. “Castle Cranshaw,” I said, then quickly clarified, “But everybody calls me Ghost.” By everybody, I meant nobody except me. This traumatic event is significant because Castle considers it to be, for all its negative emotional and psychological consequences, the genesis of his talent for sprinting, as he had no choice but to run for his life. Unable to simply put his head under his pillow and ignore the shouting, Castle and his mother had to flee the house to escape Castle's father, who begins shooting in their direction. In this passage, Castle explains how one of the usual fights between his mother and his alcoholic father became especially heated. 9Īlthough Reynolds begins the book by introducing the reader to the casual, joking voice of narrator Castle Cranshaw, it isn't long before the tone switches and Castle relates the harrowing experience that resulted in his father's imprisonment. And when I didn’t move fast enough, she yelled, “Come on!” Castle, p. “We gotta go,” she said, yanking the covers off the bed. I had my head sandwiched between the mattress and my pillow, something I got used to doing whenever they were going at it, when my mom crashed into my bedroom. Every other night he would become a different person, like he’d morph into someone crazy, but this one night my mother decided to finally fight back. When the liquor made him meaner than he’d ever been. It was three years ago when my dad lost it.
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