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Thursday, May 1, 2008

The First Time It Snowed

The first time that I ever remember seeing snow I was probably 4
years old. I know that I was pretty young but, it seems like it was
only a few days ago. I was at my mom and dads house. I don't remember
everything that I saw, but I do remember how pretty the snow was. I
remember how excited I got at the thought of going outside to play in
it. I think that I was watching TV. I usually got up before my parents
when I was four.
We had this big sliding glass door right next to the kitchen. My mom
must have got up and started to cook breakfast. She then told me to
come over to her because she had something to show me. She said it was
snowing outside, and that there was snow all over the ground. I got up
and ran as fast as I could over to the big sliding glass door. All of
these pretty white things were falling out of the sky. I immediately
fell in love with this snow, and wanted to go outside and explore for
myself. My mom later told me that I stood at the window until she
finally gave in and took me out.
Once I was able to finally go outside I did not know what to do with
myself. My mom and I walked over to this hill. She was carrying this
big red plastic thing that she said we could sit down on and ride down
the hill. We made it to the hill and lay what I know now as a sled
down on the ground. I climbed in first, and then my mom sat behind me.
I was really scared to go down the hill, but I told my mom I was ready
anyway. She gave us a little push and we flew down the hill. I
absolutely loved every second of it, and could not wait to drag my
tired mom up the hill as many times as I could talk her into.
After we got done playing outside, we walked back to the house. When
we got there I realized just how cold I really was, and how much I
really did not care. My mom then made us some hot chocolate. After we
drank that my mom bundled me back up and let me go play in the
backyard. After that day I could'nt wait until it would snow again. I
would always ask my mom when was it going to snow, and when it did I
was always outside.

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