By: Katarina D
Australia, Grade: 6

It's not what I first thought it was, no one can imagine how hard it is. The Great Depression is the most horrible time of my life. Everyone is poor, hardly anyone can place food on the table. When I walk down the street I see people searching desperately for left-overs in bins. When I see that, I wipe a tear from my face, but I am not far from searching with them. I don't understand. I want my job back, so feed my kids. I can't anymore. If we are lucky John (my husband) buys a loaf of bread for 10 cents. Yes, we are poor. Our money put together is about: $25. But that is not enough to even keep the house. We are now starting to pack tents and all the food we can buy and find, we can afford to keep the house, or we will be corrupt. Oh, God help us pass this Great Depression, so we can live again, breathe again ,smile again and of course sleep again.