Narrative Essay About The Salt March

The Salt March

It was a normal day like any other. Little did I know, this would be the day that my life would be forever changed.. I walk to my family’s tiny wooden table and sit down for dinner. My five other loud siblings have taken up the chairs and I am forced to sit on the floor. Younger siblings can be very annoying sometimes. The delicious aroma of Mom’s curry fills the air. My mom serves us a bit before sitting down. When eating, we discuss our day. While my brother is talking about a rhino he said his friend saw, I took a bite of my curry. I realize it needs more salt, but when I reached for it, I see it isn’t there. “Mom,” I say, interrupting my brother. “What happened to the salt?” My mom gives my dad “a look”, and then

I always looked forward to the new village and new people. Each village had its own smells and looks that were never the same. Finally, 24 days later, we reached the town of Dandi. The march had only started with about 70 people and ended with thousands. I was proud to be one of the original marchers.
The next morning, after giving a speech, Ghandi headed for the sea. He bent down and collected some natural salt. We broke into cheers and ran to do the same. As I picked up a handful of salt, I gazed at my sister in amazement. It felt good to directly violate Britain's unreasonable laws. Ghandi had taught us to use “peaceful civil disobedience” and by knowing I was a part of the change in India, I felt on Cloud 9.
When we arrived home, and after many questions and hugs, our whole family decided to go to the march to the Dharasana Saltworks. When we arrived we learned Ghandi and many others were jailed for collecting salt. We were very lucky we didn’t get caught. Our whole family enjoyed the march along with 2,500 others. My unforgettable experience has changed my perspective of the world and helped India gain its independence in