My Book About Colonial Life in New

Englandby

Donavon Smith

Hi my name is Cotton Truth. I am 10 years old. I have blond hair. I have blue eyes.

My house has 2 stories. It only has 2 bedrooms for me and my mom and my dad. We have a tiny kitchen. We

have to go to the bathroom in a out house.

I am the only one in my family but I have a father and mother. They take good care of me. I will take good care

of them when they are sick. We have a dog named

My mom has to make me and my dad and her self all the clothes we need. She makes about 5

pairs of clothes each week. For all of us. She made her a dress.

My dad works in a farm. He plants corn and beans. He makes it for us so we can eat it. He keeps big logs so

none of the animals can get in. He keeps them in a row so it looks nicer to pick.

My mom makes some nice clothes for people to buy. She makes apron and dresses. She only works if somebody

needs a apron or a dress.

I work the cows. I milk the cows so that we can have some milk for us in the morning. I have to feed the cows.

I have to water the cows so we can get milk.

I played with the stick and hoop game. We gust keep on hitting the hoop until it falls and when it falls you pick it

back and do same thing. It is really fun.

We mostly eat a bowl of rice for lunch and dinner. If we run out of rice we eat turkey with mashed potatoes. For a snack we eat a apple or a banana. For breakfast we eat

bacon and apples.

Our school is very big and wide. I have to walk to school by my self. Our teacher is very nice to us. I have many friends at my school. We have to us a feather and ink

and a some paper to write on.

When I get in trouble I get wacked with a paddle. When I get hit I will cry and scream very loudly.

The herb helped my mom and dad when they where sick. They had to eat it.

Our church is very big and wide. Lots of people go there. My dad knows a lot of people that go there.

When I grow I don’t want to grow up I don’t want to go to jail.