Declaration of Independence

Before I was paper, I was a happy thought. I was a big, important promise waiting to be shared. In a warm room in a busy city, many hopeful people talked about me. They wanted everyone to be happy and free. I am not just old paper with swirly ink. I am much more than that. I am the Declaration of Independence.

A kind man named Thomas Jefferson wrote my words. This was a long, long time ago, in the year 1776. He used a fluffy feather pen. Dip, dip, dip went his pen into the ink. He wrote beautiful words about fairness. He wrote wonderful words about freedom and being happy. Then, on a very special sunny day, July 4th, 1776, a group of leaders read my words. They all smiled and said, “Yes. These words are right.”. To show they all agreed, they signed their names on me. Their names looked like little drawings that said, “We promise together.”.

My words helped start a brand new country. A big, wonderful country called the United States of America. That is why every year on July 4th, there is a giant birthday party. Do you see the bright, sparkly fireworks in the night sky. Boom. Pop. Whiz. They are celebrating my promise. I may be very old paper, but my message is for always. My promise reminds everyone to be kind to each other, because every single person is important.