Riding The Rails A story about a 16 year old city boy

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It has been 4 days riding a freight train. My name is Luis Armstrong and I am 16 years. My home town is in NYC. Me and a couple other guys have been spending the last few days together explaining our stories. The reason I left home was because we were about to lose our house and I didn't want to be a burden on my parents anymore. I also wanted a new adventure and I can't wait to see what comes my way.


Before I left go to catch a freight train, I went into New York City one last time so I could see everything one last time. When I was walking around I was able to see men in the WPA working on the sidewalks and some other people working on the roads. It was good to finally see FDR's programs working. When I was walking in the city, I overheard a debate about Hoover vs FDR from a couple of men sitting on a bench. There has been a lot of debate about them and how FDR is doing.


After a month or so of riding these freight trains out west, I finally came across a dust storm in Kansas. It wasn't as bad as the ones that I heard about but it still was a setback. When a few buddies of mine came across it, we asked a nice family to let us stay inside their house until it passed. When we were there, the mother of the home told us about how bad these storms got. She said that there was a terrible storm out in in Oklahoma that made many people go to the hospital with respiratory problems. I felt lucky that we only had a small storm and that it would pass in the next day or so


After I kept going out west after the dust storm, I came across a hobo jungle as I was getting off a train. i saw them on the side of the road in big dirty ditch. I stayed at this hobo jungle for a couple of days until I couldn't take it anymore. It was very unsafe and dirty and some of the people were not very good people. There was also not a lot of food and the long lines and waits for food was annoying.The only thing I liked about it was the fact that. Fireside chants would happen often and it gave everyone hope and the courage we needed to keep going.


After a while of riding the rails and staying in hobo jungles, I decided to hop on a train to go back to NYC and back home to my parents. BY now I figured everything would be working out since FDR's programs were starting to work. I also wanted to see if I could try to work with the WPA to help out my family. Plus, I missed my mom and dad and riding the rails had to come to a stop.

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