My Old Diary

This week in class we had to think of what it would be like 150 years ago and make it in to a diary. Half of us had to write on lined paper and the other half typed their diary on the computer. Here is my diary from 150 years ago:

 27th July 1862
Dear Diary

This is my life now; chores all day, dusty houses and cobwebs. Once a fast flowing stream now just a trickle. Summer, what a way to ruin my life. Oh when will it rain! My life is hard work. Even though I can play and sit in the meadow and listen to the birds chirping. It's just not the same. It is so hot, the land has dried up and has nothing to offer me.

Now by father has passed away, just a week ago in the land wars and Wanganui is the sight of a battle field. I imagine haunted spirits flying around me whenever I am near the fields. It sends sadness through my body. I know my father is still with me, somewhere in my heart, but it's a shame I couldn't say goodbye. I feel so angry and depressed. Losing my father is like losing air. You can't cope without it.

Wanganui will never be the same again for me. We all know that. Our friends and family are gone now. Miserable faces fill the area. I regret ever coming to this place and wish we had stayed in England.