This is my story of what happened during the stamp act. My name is Samuel Brown. I live right on the harbor of Boston, Massachusetts. I am 10 years old. I have three siblings, my two older brothers Quincy and George and my sister Matilda . It is December 1773, and we have been told to pay extra taxes for tea. My town is planning to rebel in April. “Samuel can you go get us corn at the store.” Asked my Mom. “Yes mother” I said. On my way to the store I saw the usual people I see in Boston, but everybody was stressed because of taxes. There were also a few redcoats roaming the streets strutting like they just got out of the city prison. As soon as i got to the store I heard people chanting “No taxation without Representation” and splashes in the water. …show more content…
I arrived at the harbor with a ship rocking from so many people on it. They were dumping what looked like boxes of tea into the Harbor. British soldiers started firing away. I was paralyzed in amazement as I watched and saw people rushing of the boats. I went out of shock when somebody grabbed me. It was my mother, crying she asked me “oh baby, are you okay. You must be so scared.” “What happened” I questioned. I am not sure, but what I do know is that we just witnessed a big part of history. The next day I was eating breakfast with my father when he asked me to go to the store again, so just like that I was back to the store. I saw the same British Soldiers I saw yesterday. I caught myself staring at them. One bumped into me and snapped “ hey watch where you’re going kid”. I thought to myself “No wonder everybody hates these guys.” I got the things we need at the store and went home. When I got there I told my Mother about my interactions