1)Date Of Birth-March 21, 1752: It was on this day that I was born.

My mother was named April Jacksons, my father was named John Jacksons, and on that they, my name was dubbed: Alice Jacksons. This is the beginning of my long adventure of life. I do not remember much of this event, but I know that it was the start of me. This is my birth. 2)Helped Slaves Escape- May 16, 1759: On this day, I, as well as my brother, helped two slaves escape. There names were Sophia Flora and Abbey Flora, and that was the day I opened up to other people. It was a blazing hot day, and my brother and I were playing in the fields. We found slaves who were doomed to death and helped them escape through the hedge. 3) The Boston Massacre-March 5, 1770: This day changed my views on the ruling of the British over the colonies. I realized that while we were still almost a part of them, they would still take to hurt their own kin. However, I could not leave, as my home and fortune could not be transported. So we stayed, and lived in fear all the time. 4) The Boston Tea Party- December 16, 1773: This day was what I believe to spark the rebellion in my children. The Sons of Liberty threw tea into the Boston Harbor as an act of protest. This was something that I to this day still stand by, as it showed those British civilians that they could not be this unfair to us. This was what also made me begin to protest subtly. 5)My Marriage-March 22, 1774: It was on this day that I met in holy matrimony with my love, and my lover. We had been preparing for months, and on this spring day, we went and were united in the eyes of my enemies and my brother, as well as my father who ruined it all. In my childhood, I had helped two slaves escape, and somehow he figured out, and cursed me on my wedding day. 6)Birth of my First Child- January 31, 1775: On this harsh winter day, my first born child was brought into this world. He was a small boy, and was named after my husband, Jonathan James, and he was beautiful. He was pure, graced white skin, and small curls of auburn hair. This was my first fruit of my marriage. 7)Bought My Own Plantation- July 25, 1778: This was the first piece of land I owned, however, it was not mine, my husband owned it. The land was beautiful and ripe for the using. My husband built my familys first house. Our one child was usually cared for by my brother Jefferson. 8)Birth of my Second Child- April 17, 1778: This was my second boy, the first one to be born in April, He looked a bit different than my Jonathan, with a long nose, black hair, and dark brown eyes. He looked like such a small helpless child, and I was proud to take him under my wing. This was the second fruit of my marriage. 9)Birth of my Third Child- June 23, 1779: This child was my last child, and my only daughter. She was a beautiful little girl who looked like my mother, with almost blonde hair, and perfect ski, as well as dark brown eyes. This was the third fruit of my marriage. She was not easy to raise, she was always extremely greedy for things she did not need. 10)Death of my Husband- October 31, 1780: This was one of the worst days of my life. My Jonathan died, despite all of the years I spent with him. The children however seemed unphased. They wondered more what would happen to his fortune, which was given to me.

11)Death of my Father- November 12, 1782: This death was more of a happy mourning. My father was a horrible man who hated slaves and regarded them as items. On this day, I rallied up as many slaves as possible and gave them extra rations in celebrations of this marvelous day. Even my brother joined in on the mourning. 12) Death of my Mother- November 13- 1782: This was not a death as much as it was a suicide. After my father had died, she could not take living life without her love, and she just left. This was unfortunate as my mother had been the person who taught me everything I knew as of this moment. 13) Death of Abbey Flora- Currently Unknown, From 1778-1800: I am currently unaware of when or how this mother figure of mine died, but I still remorse. She was a great lady, standing up for her daughter in order to save her. I was only recently told about this by her daughter Sophia. These two were the slaves I originally helped escape my plantation. 14) Death of Sophia Flora- August 26, 1828: This death happened right before my eyes. She sat there, shaking, while trying to grab her heart, but out of nowhere she died. It was at this time one of my children of mine tried to kill me for my money. Sadly, I was left alive. 15) Death of Alice James- July 17,1828: This is currently not being written by my sister Alice, but me, her brother, Jefferson Jacksons. It was a warm summer morning, and I awoke to find her sitting on her bed, with two pages filled to the brim, and a quill and ink bottle nearby. As I looked at her face, I saw she had died with a smile that said she was leaving this world.