Jonathon's Dairy-
09/25/1919
Today I went to work for the first time. It was everything I feared. I saw kids covered in blood, sweat, dust, and tears. I even saw a little girl who could not have been more than 8 years old. The sounds of the machine drill; it's screeching, and the whining. I'll never be ever to get it out of my head. The worst was yet to come from what I could see. When the manager took me to my station, he viciously dragged me into through a corridor and beat me variously. I'll never get those words he uttered in my ear while I was crying uncontrollably. "You're my slave now, little boy. You will work these machines from the time you clock in, from the time you leave."
I've never been more scared in my life. When I left the factory at 10 pm, my parents were asleep by the time I got home at a quarter to midnight. The only up side to this dreadful day was that I got paid. It was a whole dollar and twenty-five cents. That was more than the other boys who at least 13 or even 15.
Now, I must go to bed and try to get as much sleep as possible for tomorrow.
