I was born in North America in the 1500’s and I live in the wilderness with my people, the Native Americans. We do all we can to survive the wild. We hunt for food, build teepees used for shelter, and make small villages. We do all we can to keep our selves alive. Then, one day we were hunting for buffalo as usual, and we suddenly heard a sound coming from the shore. I couldn’t believe what was happening or who these people where, or where they came from and why, so my first instinct was to attack. I got my bow and arrow and started shooting at them. They had a very white and pinkish skin color. I asked to myself, “what do they want from us”. A couple of hours of just fighting passed, and we all decided to stop and talk things out.
