The Diary of Ariana Thomson: Day 3

We left Boston that morning and were headed to Plymouth. Our first stop, the Mayflower.  Inside, there were people dressed and acting as the pilgrims and captain.  Everything was great, except for one thing: I forgot one of my coat layers.  I kept trembling since the wind was so strong.  How did people survive back then? 

            "Mom, can we go back to the hotel, I forgot one of my coats and I'm freezing!" I said.

            Mom looked at me and sighed, "The hotel is about an hour away.  We'll waste so much time from our visiting for one coat."

            I wanted to tell her how much that "one coat" would keep me warm and not allow me to have a cold.  Yet, it seemed pointless.  Except for one thing; one hope: the ring. 

            Before my mind got to far into that idea, my conscience told me, "Beware of the ring."  I'll go back and remember to take my coat.  But what if as I went back, it didn't occur to me to take the coat?  I wrote on a small piece of paper, Take your coat, you will need it later.  So I slipped on the ring, and I was asleep in my bed at 3:00 a.m. the night before we left for Plymouth.

            As I woke up, I got ready for the trip.   I changed into my jeans and noticed something crackly in a pocket.  I pulled it out.  A small piece of paper with my writing on it saying, Take your coat, you will need it later.  I wasn't sure why I needed my coat, why the paper was in my pocket, and why it had my writing on it.  But I did take my coat, realized I had written the note and why I took it as we observed the Mayflower and the freezing wind billowed onto us.