My name is Frederick Douglass. I was once a slave working on a plantation. Like most other slaves, I wasn't allowed to know my age. When I was a young child, my mother died. I barely knew her because she was a slave, like I was. After she died, I was alone; I knew no one else remotely close to me. During my time as a slave, I thought I would stay one for the rest of my life.
In my teenage years, I worked under a man by the name of Master Covey. Master Covey was a cruel bear. Master Covey was a slave breaker. His goal was to destroy his slaves' hopes to escape. He did this by whipping whoever had a longing for freedom.
In the eyes of Master Covey, I was a slave who longed for freedom. In an effort to break me, he gave me more and more work as I grew older and whipped me more often. Soon, I got tired of being treated like an animal, so I ran away from the plantation and into the forest. I can still recall seeing the leaves dancing in the wind.
There I met Sandy, a fellow slave. Sandy treated my wounds from all the whipping. "Here. Take this root," said Sandy. "It will protect you from your master's whippings." "Thank you," I said as I took the root from Sandy. "I must believe in its powers once I go back to the plantation." From anyone's eyes, the root looked like any other root. However, this one was magical in my eyes.
Once I got back to the plantation, I saw Master Covey with his whip. The same whip that had struck me many times before. Master Covey saw me and called me over. I knew what would happen next.