My Oregon Trail Diary
Hello granny! This is roland, I wanted to share and hear your thoughts of my oregon trail diary entry for our online school assessment. I wrote this all by my self and I thought you would be interested.
DIARY ENTRY ONE: It's my first day on the trail, I'm walking with my sisters and baby brother, We stand next to a wagon, I don't know much about it yet, But it looks like a covered wagon that would hold supplies. We stop at town to get things for our journey. The leader of us walks into the shop and talks to the shopkeeper, But the door creaks closed and I only hear vague soft conversations through the old wall.
I go sit on the porch bench of the shop and momma takes out a book and sits on the step to the far right. She begins to read. Sadly, Ever since we have been getting ready for the Oregon trail. I have had little time to read and learn words. I am only 10 years old. My baby brother Morgan is 4. My 2 twin sisters are 13, Antoinette And Anesthesia.
I twiddle my thumbs waiting for the leader of the trail. I notice a saloon across the street and a drunk person, And a beggar next to him. I felt bad for both of them and wish I could give one of my coins from my coin collection to the old beggar. But mother says we shouldn’t talk to strangers.
I wait another 2 minutes wondering how long the trip is gonna be until we get to the west. I fantasize about what we’re gonna do when we get on the trail. Will we be able to lay in the wagon? Will we have to do chores. I never had a problem with chores but I don’t know if walking every minute of my day and then having to handle buffalo manure because we can’t find any wood is the best of my liking.
My sisters then ask me “Hey Bailey you want to play tag with us?”.
I hesitate to say anything because I feel like I have no energy and I have been broken down due to how fast I ran here being ahead of everybody. But I say “Yeah! Why not.”
I hop off the swinging Bumpy porch bench and jump down the short flight of stairs, I hurt my foot badly. My big toe landed on a stone. I grimace in pain and sigh harshly wishing I didn’t go so fast. I show my mom the wound and wonder if I can still play with my sisters. But my mom hugs me and wraps it up in a handkerchief and I start to feel better. I go down the stairs slower and tag Anesthesia on the back, She giggles and I run away laughing. We go back and forth tagging each other. But soon. The leader comes back out.