September 25,1755

Dear Journal,

I have been through some really rough times, I am a new man fresh out of slavery. The grass is so much greener on the other side. I am not saying that my family did not treat me good but i remember when I was growing up and saw my mother beaten and raped everyday and my father would not be able to do a thing about it, except sit there and hear her cry. I was to young to understand why the white folk did what they did. It makes no since in my mind. When i grew older into a young man, i was about twelve years old, i was sold for the first time away from my only family. The family was very nice family that gave me a clean place to live and good food to eat. But they soon ran out of money and became very poor they sold me again at the age of twenty-two. This new family was about twenty miles south of my previous family and they were nothing like them. Every day things would get worst,from the children spitting on me to the wife slaping me. This is the one family that i will never be able to forget, no human could ever. I was told to call the man of the house sir and was never to speak to his friends when they would come over. If i did then there would be no food for me for day at a time. Even if they would say something to me, I was in the wrong. I was to do what i was told when i was told and never step out of line. I remember doing this once when the mrs. lost her diamond ring, of couse the only black man was accused. I thank the lord every day for months for the day that i would be free. My chance was now, to join the army.