It was 1766 and I was going to the theatre with my nan, my pop, my mum and my dad. we were going to see; The Marvels. My mum had said that it was an amazing story of how a boy found some umbrellas but she was lying. As the curtains opened the crowed cheered so did I, everyone was smiling, but only for about a minute then the crowed started screaming then straight after left there seats, to afraid to see what was on the stage, it was, it was a... well, it was a times tables chart that everyone had to memorise. How terrible!