Colonial America
Living in the thirteen colonies isn’t very picturesque just like many people always say; droughts, smallpox and a multitude of dead people. It is very impossible just live above 60 years old in this place. Hello, my name is Abec Thompson and I’m an actual (actually fictitious) colonist of Jamestown, a place in the Southern colonies. And I am going to tell you what it is like to live in the thirteen colonies. So, keep yourself glued to your seat for I am going to begin to tell you about a colonist’s life.
I start off this speech about my life with the obvious: birth; I was born in Jamestown in the year 1621. My parents were humble tobacco farmers and wanted me to continue this business by observing but, the best part was, I got to interact with John Smith. But, five years later, I was taking care of the tobacco instead of observing and my family’s humble tobacco shop became famous. But, one day, my parents started to cough uncontrollably and died due to suffocation and I started to experience frustration and ultimately left Jamestown.
Upon arriving in Virginia, I found it to be more clamorous and huger than Jamestown and within 3 months, I had built a house and was a blacksmith. But, one thing that bothered me and it was the way black men were treated and it filled me with apprehension. For a few days I have seen two dark skinned men so, I decided to free them. But, I paid the price by failing to free the men and I was got shot in my leg but, it was mended by two ladies which owned a store. But, there was a silver lining for, I had mastered blacksmithing, opened a blacksmith shop and my leg was fully recovered.
This point of my life was a mix of boring and exciting because nothing had happened ever since my confrontation with the black men’s master. But, still, my blacksmith shop had managed to become popular and I was making a lot of money. But, one day I was robbed of all of my possessions and the magistrate never found the robber so, I had to buy most of my items again. But, the epic part was, I had fought a battle because a man told the colony that a rebellion was impending. Sadly, I had lost my life in the battle by an acute shot which fractured my leg bone.
So, I hoped you enjoyed my speech and had envisioned all those things that I have been through as a colonist. For example, how did you feel when my parents died of suffocation? How about when I failed to free the black men and how I got injured in the process? Lastly, how did you feel when I had died while fighting a battle in order to stop chaos form ruining Jamestown? I bet you would feel sad just the way I would be if you put yourself in my position. So, that is the life of the average colonist in the fifteenth century; how do you feel about the how a colonist lives?
Living in the thirteen colonies isn’t very picturesque just like many people always say; droughts, smallpox and a multitude of dead people. It is very impossible just live above 60 years old in this place. Hello, my name is Abec Thompson and I’m an actual (actually fictitious) colonist of Jamestown, a place in the Southern colonies. And I am going to tell you what it is like to live in the thirteen colonies. So, keep yourself glued to your seat for I am going to begin to tell you about a colonist’s life.
I start off this speech about my life with the obvious: birth; I was born in Jamestown in the year 1621. My parents were humble tobacco farmers and wanted me to continue this business by observing but, the best part was, I got to interact with John Smith. But, five years later, I was taking care of the tobacco instead of observing and my family’s humble tobacco shop became famous. But, one day, my parents started to cough uncontrollably and died due to suffocation and I started to experience frustration and ultimately left Jamestown.
Upon arriving in Virginia, I found it to be more clamorous and huger than Jamestown and within 3 months, I had built a house and was a blacksmith. But, one thing that bothered me and it was the way black men were treated and it filled me with apprehension. For a few days I have seen two dark skinned men so, I decided to free them. But, I paid the price by failing to free the men and I was got shot in my leg but, it was mended by two ladies which owned a store. But, there was a silver lining for, I had mastered blacksmithing, opened a blacksmith shop and my leg was fully recovered.
This point of my life was a mix of boring and exciting because nothing had happened ever since my confrontation with the black men’s master. But, still, my blacksmith shop had managed to become popular and I was making a lot of money. But, one day I was robbed of all of my possessions and the magistrate never found the robber so, I had to buy most of my items again. But, the epic part was, I had fought a battle because a man told the colony that a rebellion was impending. Sadly, I had lost my life in the battle by an acute shot which fractured my leg bone.
So, I hoped you enjoyed my speech and had envisioned all those things that I have been through as a colonist. For example, how did you feel when my parents died of suffocation? How about when I failed to free the black men and how I got injured in the process? Lastly, how did you feel when I had died while fighting a battle in order to stop chaos form ruining Jamestown? I bet you would feel sad just the way I would be if you put yourself in my position. So, that is the life of the average colonist in the fifteenth century; how do you feel about the how a colonist lives?