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Journal of a Young Boy: American Revolution 1765, July 15th The start was just like a normal day. Smooth and calm. School has ended for today. Kids chattering, school bell ringing, the repetition was on going. Although school was the only active place, since it was a farmland that I lived in Boston, school was tiring. One by one, I stepped to my house's doorsteps. Beside the main door, there was a wooden box that gathered newspapers. The large newspaper, black and white, was always dangling at the very edge of the box due to its large paper size. However, there was no newspaper which made me feel anxious and unusual. Both mom and dad did not take the newspaper in case of some imperative events and issues were displayed. This scene was very evocative for me. I stood in front of the door trying to predict what kind of events could have happened. Due to curiosity, I couldn't acknowledge and just opened the door. The small living room was deadly silent. I took one step and another and through the kitchen I heard some sniffles. As I got closer, there was mom holding a newspaper and several overused tissues. Crying, sniffling, and sobbing, my mom burst into tears. I ran up not even putting my schoolbag down and looked at the newspaper. It was another irritating act that the British applied. "Another one! Another one! When would these people come to an end!", my mom shouted loud like a bear roaring. "Mom! Calm down. There must be possibilities to solve this.", I said, although I felt my heart pounding by the cause of anger. Although my family is a British, we are living in a colony that is named Boston. I personally felt that requiring more money by increasing the price of a certain product was unacceptable. Moreover, my dad Stamp act, which the British owned a very small farm that was the only and last prop. It government applied to the all started because the French and Indian War faced an Colonists. They needed this stamp end by having Britain loose a whole bunch of money. on the paper if they wanted to use Sugar Act, followed by Paper Act and then several taxes paper. afterwards. As I am only 12 years old, the idea of paying more money than usual was very easy to understand that it is too harsh and unfair for people like us to survive. Even I could understand why mom was so depressed and mad about the situation. It was the Stamp Act this time. However, the British government had made a huge mistake. The first several acts made embers, and one last Stamp Act caused a conflagration of madness towards the Colonists. It was burning the patience of us and as soon as my dad found out this, he was packing his guns with my bigger brother Paul to join any army to fight against the British government and express our opinions. I couldn't believe that the British government would apply more tax and acts to us. Looking at the angered face from my dad that I have never seen before, I was fully understanding how frustrating the situation was. Furthermore, he was also taking my brother who was a grown up now, and taking him to war and going against the British government. This day was memorable as it was the spark to our small fire inside our heart.


1773, December 16th Today was very different than all the other days. The city of Boston was lively in a very early morning. People dressing, men preparing, the city was filled with preparation. My dad and my brother both went out of our small farmhouse early in the morning to take a long walk to the Boston port where all the materials from Britain would be imported. Although today, there was an awkward tension between people. My dad told me yesterday that the people in Boston was preparing a plan few months ago by the cause of the tea act. Tea was very special for the colonists, because it wasn't a material or resource that came out easily in Britain. Our family would drink it every morning if we had a substantial amount of it. However, when the British government imposed the tea act, we had to pay 3 cents. That looks like a small amount, but it was a whole lot when lots of people bought it and for our family, we were poor and didn't have much money to afford it. My dad and my brother reached the Boston port out the time to eat lunch. I was at school at that time, but still heard the news from my brother and dad. About the same time, my dad's friend called George Hewes was there. He was one the main person that organized and made this plan as a whole. All people were waiting the British tea ship to come. This time, it wasn't the eyes of pleasure but the eyes of eagerness of something evil. First edition of the Tea act of 1773 Although not all people participated, there were people enough for the protest to happen. Nowadays, not all people were going against the British government. Some people thought that the British government was doing good while the rest of the others didn't really care about what was going on. When the British tea ship arrived, people were ready. The people dressed up like Indians were the first ones to take action. The colonists were dressed up as Indians, because it was a way to make the British tea ship sellers get tricked and looked like all things were normal. The Indian dressed colonists gave signals to the other colonists that were planning to get on the boat. "Move it boys! Get into action!", shouted one of the people leading the attack. One by one, they all marched onto the boat without getting caught by the British tea ship sellers. And there was the attack signal. Hundreds of boxes filled with tea were thrown out the large The Boston Tea Party, which was a protest against the ship. All the expensive and precious British government was an action when the Colonists went things were entering the water with a loud sound of a splash. The British sellers againt the government aggresively. The British Tea Ship didn't know what to do. My brother was was dominated by the Colonists and the tea boxes weree thrown in the water. the one who was on the boat throwing boxes of tea off the ship. My dad was the watcher of the colonist side getting ready for assistance if needed. George Hewes was also on the ship and was leading the colonists. By this successful protest against the British government, my dad and my brother both returned late at night and my mom and I were ready to see them with bright faces but a little worried expression. Even though the protest


was successful and turned out well, no one knew or could expect what would happen later on from the British government. Today was a day that almost changed everything by the harsh protest and the expressions given from us and the colonist. I was ready to ask my friends tomorrow of what had happened. 1781, October 19th We were almost there. Wars. Conflicts. Depression. Anger. It was almost going to an end. The Americans have had enough. The only place left was Yorktown. The French helped us to surround Yorktown. Several forces were already taken. Soldiers marching, hearts pounding, all people were very intense. It was so huge that even I, still living in Boston, could feel it too. We had several famous and magnificent generals. George Washington, a paramount and supreme leader, won several wars and lead the nation. One by one, the French and the American army furiously charged to start their attack like a swarm of tornado. Filled with excitement, since it was most likely to be the last war, I praised for the French and the American army. With one month of dangerous and intense situation, the war has finally begun. It was very easy to surround the British government, Battle of Yorktown, where the French, because they American, and British army fought in the war were stuck and that was majorly gaining their Independence surrounded like mouse in a cage. Bang! Guns fired and the smell of gunpowder filled the battlefield. Although the red coats weren’t easy to defea t by their anger towards the opponent, they surrendered at the end with their general, Charles Cornwallis, and put out their white flag. It was not imaginable that the home country couldn’t win over their colony. And that is why I felt very proud of America. Few days later, the British army that survived and surrendered in the Battle of Yorktown, brought their instruments and sang several songs to symbolize Charles Cornwallis, the British their loss of this war. With this, I was one step closer to gain general that surrendered at the independence and achieve my dreams. Not only me, but the Battle of Yorktown whole nation and the army as a whole. When the day I could meet my honorable family, my father greeted me and my mom. I expected what had happened to one of our family members. We all burst into tears and on the other hand, all elated and relieved.

Journal of a Young Boy: American Revolution  

A young boy named Peter John, who lives in Boston and is a Colonist, goes through various activities and happenings during the time of the A...

Journal of a Young Boy: American Revolution  

A young boy named Peter John, who lives in Boston and is a Colonist, goes through various activities and happenings during the time of the A...

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