Freedom-Personal Narrative Essay

Freedom. Everybody has their own way to define the intricate word. However, for me it’s different. Freedom was the endless lake that flowed past my house on Wall Street, emptying out somewhere in the distance. Freedom was the smile on my wife 's face, when our children hugged her goodbye. Freedom was the joy spread when I interlocked hands with my slaves, when I brought them into the city. Freedom was the feeling of walking on the streets alone, while the wind combed my hair. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . It was a delight, inhaling the crisp scent of smoke from cigars, whilst watching the bubbling brown beer froth out of the bottle and fizz into …show more content…
They raised their eyebrows in suspicion of my bluff, but I just sat there rubbing my hands across the green felt. “ I fold,” declared John as a puff of smoke escaped his cigar. He laid his cards flat down, as he stood up to get more beer. Suddenly, a loud bang was released. We all looked at each other in fear. The room fell silent. A vacuum sucking up all the noise, forming an overwhelming amount of emptiness. All the men reached down at once to grab their guns. "The redcoats," whispered Tommy. Hesitantly, we all crept up the stairs. Another bang immersed. Quickly, we all leapt back. "Bang!" It all happened so fast, one gunfire. Then another, and another; like the way waves in an ocean keep rolling. We were stuck in the middle, unsure if we should escape the dangerous tide and risk everything, or if we should sit in the middle praying and wait. We had to make a decision. Leaping up the stairs, I struck back. Strangely, the British didn …show more content…
They walked in unison, whilst I stumbled behind them. Their white gloves shutting the door behind us. "Hello James," said the other soldier, as he extended his arm out, to be shaken. I shot a small smile back, and shook his hand in return. "Hello, how can I help you," I smiled, knowing that they were going to ask for food, housing or such. "Is this about the Intolerable acts, because a soldier was just here last week?" I asked. "No. James we are aware you are an avid patriot, along with your buddies in there. Therefore, we are also aware you are a delegate for the colony of New York, so you will be signing the Declaration of Independence?" the men asked. It was loudly silent. The usual bustle of the city dead. The tension was palpable. "Yes Mister," I