Story first, pictures after: two weeks ago, I played a little hookie from school, which was glorious. My mom flew out to see me for my birthday, so I drove to North Carolina for a little Cape Lookout fun to see the lighthouse—in which I’ve decided that I would love to be a lighthouse keeper. I’ve never visited a place where I took the time out of a trip to take a ferry across the bay to see a lighthouse, but it was a rad experience. Also, the sea food in NC? Immaculate.
When I was driving back into VA, I stopped at Yorktown! This happened to be a last minute decision, as I was listening to Hamilton, and realized that it all really began in the town we know as Yorktown. I discovered the rest of history of the 6 year war that was still unknown to me. I walked on the acres of Virginian ground and trail that once, 13 thousand soldiers fought across. I stood on redoubt number 10, where Alexander Hamilton stood, claiming the fort; where American and French troops officially took over British forces. I saw the originally built parapets from each side that are still stuck in the earth. I watched cannons and muskets go off, witnesses these and other original weapons used by these historical figures. I was humbled by the sacrifices of these men in 1781, as Yorktown was the official start of nation independence and freedom. And thanks to my obsession Hamilton, the whole experience really all came to life.
Studier of Journalism,
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