Diary Entry

*Most Words Are Purposely Misspelled*

Mi nam is John, and I am only 8 year old. Today, we have borded the Mayflower, searchin for a bettr lif. Mother, Dan (mi brothar), and I deecid to join the othrs. We want a bettr lif. Mi fathrr, the church leadar has bean locked up in jail beecuze he went against the King's rules. We culd not stay heere in England, for wee wood be the next people the King Henry VIII throws in jail. I doon't think I will be seeing mi fathrr again. When I thenk about it, I cry. Dan always tells mee, " At least wee hav each othrr, that's what mattrrs." Whenever he says that I always feel bettrr.
So motherr deecid to followe the puritans to the new wrld. There will bee more land for us, which means, moere Puritan Churches. With moere churches, wee will bee free to pray whenn wee want to. Whi is lif like this? Whi can't we believee in what wee want to?
I am excited and nervus, for I aum reedy for a new beegining. What weill awaeit mee in thee new landd?