March 2, 1776

My name is Timothy Blake, and I am 13. This is my first journal entry. I have much to say and not much time to say it. My dad is already mad at me for asking for the journal. He says it is a waste of time. When he gave me money to go to market, I had a little left over, and I bet you can guess what I spent it on. There are many British patrols in town and more are coming in. I have a pretty good guess as to why they are coming, but I can’t be positive. I have heard of wars in near-by towns, but none that are really close to us. That’s all I can say right now. Until next time.

March 2, 1776

My name is Timothy Blake, and I am 13. This is my first journal entry. I have much to say and not much time to say it. My dad is already mad at me for asking for the journal. He says it is a waste of time. When he gave me money to go to market, I had a little left over, and I bet you can guess what I spent it on. There are many British patrols in town and more are coming in. I have a pretty good guess as to why they are coming, but I can’t be positive. I have heard of wars in near-by towns, but none that are really close to us. That’s all I can say right now. Until next time.

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