It was the spring of 1765, when the Stamp Act was taking place. It was a bright morning, so I decided to go to my mother and father's’ bakery.
I walk into my mother and father’s bakery that is down the road from our home. We had owned the bakery for years now, it had been passed down to my family. We have now owned the bakery for five years. When I walk into the bakery the aroma of fresh, baked biscuits fill my nose.
“Hello mother, father what are you talking about?” I said.
“Oh, just a problem with taxes, there is nothing you should be concerned about,” said father.
“Yes, just go back home with your sister’s,” said mother. As I skip down the old, dusty road I hear my Mother and Father arguing inside.
“No everything's not okay Cornelia, we are getting taxed on paper products.” yelled father!
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“Honey I’m sure we will all be fine.”
I had surely thought that the discussion about the Stamp Act was going to be a one time conversation, but everywhere I went it would come about. I soon became inquisitive about what the Stamp Act was, so that night at supper I had finally mustered up the courage to ask my mother and father. “Mother, Father, this Stamp Act is really troubling me, I want to know what it is,” said Rosemary.
“The Stamp Act is an act of the British Parliament that took away money from the American colonies, they did this by placing a stamp duty on paper products,” said father.
“Oh, I get it know but, what I don’t understand is why doesn’t anybody do anything about it,” I said.
“It’s not that easy darling you can’t just go stop it, it I wish you could but it isn’t that simple,” groaned father.
Later in the summer of 1765, a group called the Sons of Liberty