By: Darren G
California, Grade: 6

It was a hard time back then.I was a small boy who lived during The Great Depression.My name is Darren. My dad had lost his job.We were poor when The Great Depression started.Then we had to move out of our house. We had to live in a camp in California.My dad had to work on the farm.There was dust in our eyes.It was hot and we had no water.I had to work on the farm too.We had to work with six other people.We were sweating all over.Some of the men were so thirsty,that they passed out.We tried to find some water to drink,but mostly all of the water were either dirty or disgusting.The food were not even cooked.It was a hard job to do.Some of the men died of not eating or not drinking water.We were all dirty.We haven't washed our clothes for days or even months!We smelled so bad that nobody would talk to us.We were barely paid and it was hard sleeping on the dirt floor.A year later,my dad found a job in the city and we found a place that we can sleep peacefully without hearing any animal sounds and put our heads on something that is not hard.