by Xavier Taylor
When I was eleven, everyone was poor because of the Great Depression. Everybody was poor: no investments, no cars, no money, and shelter. There was nothing to do but find a way out of here. I use my imagination to play with my friends but that was the only way to play.
My dad was severely injured and my mom didn't know what to do so I stayed with my parents. We hardly had any money to buy food and we were all so hungry. Until the drought hit how we can't grow food and then the dust bowl came.
Then we left to go to New York but it was the same. We lost all our money so we stay until it got better. We had a really hard life so we saved more money and food to survive the hard life that we have right now.
I know how hard it is now but not in a good way. But I always have hope but it got worse and worse. I went to go see my friend Kalvin to see how he's doing. He was at a lemonade stand and I went to go help him to sell lemonade to have enough money to go to school for both of us so we can have education. My uncle died in the dust bowl when it first hit Santelos. That was the saddest moment for me. I cried a lot when that happened.
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