I was so happy when I got 7 pints from my boss. I was like, I am going out for lunch today! And I was jumping around the room like there were jumping beans inside of me! Then there was a pounding at the door. My heart sank. Tax Collectors. I ran to the door because if I didn't the soldier would shoot me. There was this stupid law that was passed that stated that you had to let any soldiers into your house. It was called the Quartering Act. You also had to let the soldiers eat with you and sleep in your bed. But the worst part was the tax collecting. It was like they took all of your money. Which was about to happen to me. It was horrible. Then there was a loud bang from outside, and the door slammed through the wall. I was so terrified. I ran to the hall and peered at the door, the money clamped in my hand. I looked at the soldier that had barged into my house. There was no light in the house besides the windows, and I saw the shadow of the biggest man I had ever seen. "Don't tell me that this is real life," I said to myself. I was about to run up the stairs to my boss but then he screamed, what is going on down there. I ran up to him and practically screamed in his face, " There is this huge guy that broke into our house!" He was like, "what?" We ran downstairs and found out that there was no soldier that had came to take my money. "It... it must have been my imagination," I said with disbelief.