Other than this, I don't think my life has much in common with those of the characters in To Kill a Mockingbird. I was never particularly close to my father or sister, didn't have a maid or anyone with a role to Calpurnia's (excluding my own mother), and there was no intriguing neighbor for me to attempt to contact.
One thing this novel taught me was what it's like being a small child. I had forgotten what it was like, and being put in the shoes of one for the duration of the novel was very enlightening. I'd forgotten that you're perfectly content with activities that, to me, would seem extremely boring, such as reciting plays or playing with simple toys such as batons. At this age, activities like that seemed tedious, and now I can better understand why they entertain younger children so much.
I also saw what it would be like to be discriminated against, just for being a different color. While I already knew that black people were often treated worse, this gave me a better idea of just what "worse" meant, at least in that era.
Reading over this, I'm actually a little disappointed in myself. I feel like I could've learned a lot more from this book, and am sad that this is all I've gained knowledge of. When I next read a book, I will be careful to identify what relates to my life and what I can learn from the book. I'm glad this blog post helped me realize that.