Airhead101's+African+Slave+Paper

Airhead101's African Slave Paper
My name is Autumn and I am 29 years old. I was born into slavery on January 17, 1831 in Missori. Every since I can remember, I have worked on a place called a plantation, but I call them a bunch of fields. I started working in the fields at the age of 10, with my older brother and father. I never knew my mother. Father told me about her; I would love to hear stories about her and father. Father told me that she tried to run away because she was caught writing some letters in the dirt. Here in the fields, us blacks were not allowed to read, write, of even learn. I always wanted to learn. All the letters and numbers were so interesting to me, I wanted to learn. When my mother ran away, she was caught be the Russel Johnson, the slave owner. As her punishment, she was beaten very badly and she died a few hours later because of the scars that she had on her back. Russel Johnson, the slave owner and business man owned "Russel's Plantation". He makes us call him master, but I don't want to call him that. He is a terrible person with no heart or respect for any of us slaves. He doesn't care about us, only all his precious money that he makes off of our hard work. Here on this plantation, he has my family picking different types of items. One day he might have us pick cotton, another day tobacco, and other days, he has us do other jobs for him around his huge house. One day, my father, brother, and I had enough of Johnson's disrespect and cruelity. So, all three of us ran away. We carefully snunk on to a train headed for Connecticut, a free slave state. The trip took a while and when we were arrived we were now called free slaves. The next thing we had to do is find jobs. My brother and father got jobs working in a factory. As for me, I really wanted to go to school or at least be educated. I attended school and learned how to speak fluently and properly. I was a slave, and now I am free.