The Stamp Act And I Essay
Dad grumbles while looking out the window. “All because the British needs money”.
As my older brother, Marcus asks, “Can join the arguing outside?”
Mom quickly responds with, “No! I am not letting my son be with those colonists outside even though I’m boiling with anger too.” “How about you, Averill. How do you feel about this?” Marcus uttered. After a few minutes of waiting for an answer. I finally replied with, “I think it is not right for the British to take our money just to raise money for…for whatever they needed it.” “Good opinion. However we did not a civilized answer,” my father declared.
“Sorry,” I said while blushing, and then went back to my room. I shared my room with my little brother, John and with my little sister, Sophia.
“What is going on out there?” John asks.
“Just some angry colonists fighting,” I replied.
“Like yesterday?” John and Sophia said.
“Yes, just like yesterday.” I responded.
“What were the people saying, Averill?”
“They were saying, taxation without representation, Sophia.”