The big day arrived and we started loading the wagon.  First my mother’s iron cookware and then next came the farm tools and grains.  This would be the start of my pappy’s farm.  The wagon became full so we had to leave some things behind.  My mommy told my brother and I to pick one thing we wanted to take.  My brother, Cornelius, or ‘little corn’ took his wooden flute and I took my sling shot.  Since my pappy sold his musket, my sling shot would protected us from, bad men and wild animals along the way.  Heading out was hard.  Leaving friends and family was the hardest.  I will never forget that as long as I live.  For a 6 year old boy, the great adventure had begun.

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