It is a brisk autumn day and a breeze rustles my hair. I am walking to the shoe shop on Baker Street with my father and mother, my skirt stiff in the wind. I can hear my father's words beside me. The Stamp Act again. I hate the topic. Why waste gossip time on taxes? I focus on my father’s words anyway. “The King thinks that we can be his pocket book like we aren’t people with our own problems. I don’t believe in the soldiers being here! They do nothing, NOTHING! Who does he think he is? He can’t just make us pay for every single sliver of paper, especially since we can only pay it with expensive British currency, not colonial! Doesn’t he realize that we sweat and bleed more than anyone in England to keep a roof over our head and food on our table? We shouldn’t be taxed for British wars and soldiers when our voices aren't even heard. The British must be taken down and I will be sure it happens or die trying!” Both my mother and I stay quiet, afraid that he will lash out at us if we speak.
When we get home the wind has died down and my father goes out to the garden to pull weeds. Away from my father, my mother and I speak of the Stamp Act. My mother comments, “I just hate the way tax collectors are being assaulted, even killed! Even Mr. …show more content…
We may have to work harder for our money, but the taxes we pay on paper aren’t high and they help the British pay off the debts they accumulated protecting US! FOR SEVEN YEARS! We are the reason they are in debt and the least we can do is help them out a bit.” I yelled. He is always the one who gets the unnecessary luxuries and I am the one washing the floor he walks on, mending and cleaning the coat keeping him warm, and feeding him food I cooked from plates I washed. I should get my own unnecessary luxury every once in awhile! Sure, it requires buying stamps, but if I am ever going to be satisfied with my own life I will have to stop taking care of my demanding family every so often and care for myself a
When we get home the wind has died down and my father goes out to the garden to pull weeds. Away from my father, my mother and I speak of the Stamp Act. My mother comments, “I just hate the way tax collectors are being assaulted, even killed! Even Mr. …show more content…
We may have to work harder for our money, but the taxes we pay on paper aren’t high and they help the British pay off the debts they accumulated protecting US! FOR SEVEN YEARS! We are the reason they are in debt and the least we can do is help them out a bit.” I yelled. He is always the one who gets the unnecessary luxuries and I am the one washing the floor he walks on, mending and cleaning the coat keeping him warm, and feeding him food I cooked from plates I washed. I should get my own unnecessary luxury every once in awhile! Sure, it requires buying stamps, but if I am ever going to be satisfied with my own life I will have to stop taking care of my demanding family every so often and care for myself a