Reflective Essay: My Historical Interpreting Journey

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My Historical Interpreting Journey: When I was a little girl my family and I would go to Lincoln's New Salem for their fall music festival. One of the most memorable moments I had there was looking at the huge oxen walking on what it seemed like a wooden treadmill. Now looking back on that moment, my hypothesis was more or less accurate. I was only a small and innocent child full of imagination. Everywhere I looked there were odd people in weird outfits talking about different people's houses. Who would want to waste their day doing that? Who would really care? Strangely, I never thought that one day I would become one of them. In the summer of 2012 I got signed up for Pioneer Camp for the first time. I was excited and thought I would have fun however, I was really shy meeting people and interacting with the public. My fondest memories of that year were making crafts and learning what kids my age had to do on a daily basis for education and supporting the family in the 1830s. That year, I did overcome my shyness and met a girl named Nia. We loved to play graces, a game that uses sticks and a wooden hoop that you throw in the air. I liked it so much that I even bought a graces kit that I used to teach my friends from school how to play. That next year, I was excited to return to Pioneer camp. I loved to smell the wood …show more content…

When I see interpreters, I try to learn more from them. An example is from this past summer when I went to the Tower of London in England. To conclude, I am devoted to my historical interpreting. The summer season is my sole and only opportunity to interpret. Soon, in the future, I believe that I will be interpreting more. One of the places in which I see myself interpreting at is Colonial Williamsburg. To summarize, I am hopeful that if people read my personal narrative that they too will see that interpreting is

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