Journey to America
One Autumn afternoon I scurried home fiercely. My mother and father had some good news. My mother said that we were moving to America, I was only allowed to take my blanket. I had to leave all my favorite things behind. I thought the news was rather bad.
First thing in the morning, we walked to the cargo ship. It’s name was Mayflower. The ship was so disgusting that I never let go of my mother and father’s hands. It was so scary being squashed with 101 people.
Autumn had swung by, the cold days of winter were introduced. I was feeling a bit gross having no privacy while using the chamber pot. Being between the decks was horrible. It smelt disgusting. We had to sail for 65 days. Did you know that we only got fresh air when we emptied the chamber pot. We had only got 2 meals a day and because I am a pilgrim, I prayed every day for this misery to end and for a life that was special and where we could have freedom and not be bossed around by a stupid king.
Life for the captain was easy. He didn’t have to eat the same porridge and water for 65 days.
As people were getting sick, it felt like they were dead already. When there was a storm all of the people were banged into walls. It felt like they were getting bitten by 1000 bugs. Even I felt that way.
Still sailing, and no sign of land. I was chosen to empty the chamber pot and as I walked out onto the open deck. The breath of fresh air was anointing. It felt like I was brought back to life. Then I was kicked back down into the hole of nightmares.
My mother and father survived the long winter days. Coming towards us was land. A boy called out “Land ahoy!”. A long line of brave pilgrims walked proudly off the ‘Mayflower’ like a swamp of ducks. My legs were wobbling like jelly and breaking down like an electrical power cut. First touch on land was so magnificent that I could smell freedom.
First thing in the morning, we walked to the cargo ship. It’s name was Mayflower. The ship was so disgusting that I never let go of my mother and father’s hands. It was so scary being squashed with 101 people.
Autumn had swung by, the cold days of winter were introduced. I was feeling a bit gross having no privacy while using the chamber pot. Being between the decks was horrible. It smelt disgusting. We had to sail for 65 days. Did you know that we only got fresh air when we emptied the chamber pot. We had only got 2 meals a day and because I am a pilgrim, I prayed every day for this misery to end and for a life that was special and where we could have freedom and not be bossed around by a stupid king.
Life for the captain was easy. He didn’t have to eat the same porridge and water for 65 days.
As people were getting sick, it felt like they were dead already. When there was a storm all of the people were banged into walls. It felt like they were getting bitten by 1000 bugs. Even I felt that way.
Still sailing, and no sign of land. I was chosen to empty the chamber pot and as I walked out onto the open deck. The breath of fresh air was anointing. It felt like I was brought back to life. Then I was kicked back down into the hole of nightmares.
My mother and father survived the long winter days. Coming towards us was land. A boy called out “Land ahoy!”. A long line of brave pilgrims walked proudly off the ‘Mayflower’ like a swamp of ducks. My legs were wobbling like jelly and breaking down like an electrical power cut. First touch on land was so magnificent that I could smell freedom.
3 comments:
You all are very brainy kids! Lovely work Teresa...Better than most adults I've read.
This is SUCH an amazing piece of writing Teresa-Mae. I really liked the part about the anointing breeze. WOW!
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
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