December 18, 1773 Dear Diary, Everyone in my family looks worried. Father and William. I think soon the Sons of Liberty shall meet again, and I shall hide in the shadows and listen. I am a young American, and I refuse to let the British push me around. I am going to be informed! I asked Mother if I am go out for a while. She sighed and nodded. I put on my heavy coat and walked outside and I breathed out the cold air. It hovered about me like a cloud. I walked down to the harbor and stood on the dock. I stared down into the water. I could still see some tea or at least I thought I could. Maybe I was imagining things. I sat down upon the dock and swung my legs back and forth, just thinking. Remembering how everyone was so happy when the Sons of Liberty dumped the tea over. How we all cheered and laughed knowing we would show our lousy king that we would be pushed around by him. I thought about the kiss I recevied from Jesse. The whole evening seemed so magical. Then I remembered how all upset we were that King George might close our harbor. I think about what Christmas shall be like? Without tea? What else shall we have to put up with from him? What else shall he take away? Then the strongest question that I had in my head appeared. What if what we did was wrong? Do we stand up for what we believe in enough to give up tea and who knows what else? Or, do we just obey the king? I sit and think how much bravery do I possess? Could I stand up for what I believe in or not? I must sit and consider this, for it is a very hard question indeed.