What America Means to Me
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Less than one-minute read
I was 8-years-old and in the second grade in 1976, the Bicentennial Year for the United States. The small town I lived in had an essay contest with the subject “What America Means to Me.”
My fiercely jingoistic writing1 won second place, which was a silver dollar, and I got to read my essay in front of the town council. My mom saved it and gave it to me a few years ago.
Here’s that essay:
America is a loving union on earth and beautiful. Im glad christopher columbus found it. With people helping each other and sharing and working together. Its a country of freedom its great because everybody it taking care of people helping them grow. the end David Putney
Have a happy and fun July Fourth weekend.
- Yes, I am aware of the similarity to the plot of this.