Melissa Tran I am sitting in the living room watching T.V. but the large flakes of snow falling faster and faster outside catch the corner of my eye. Sometimes they land on the window in different shapes and sizes. The shape of the snowflake is always different. Today my dad is going to take my brother and I tobogganing. I run to my room and pick out the warmest and thickest sweater I can find. I pull it over my head and fix it to my waist. I walk out to the closet and grab my ski pants. I pull my right leg up and slide it into the ski pants. Next I slide my left leg in. My ski pants fit snuggled to my body. I head out to the car and fasten my seatbelt excitedly. The car ride to the hill was not long. As I step out from the car I look up at the tall hill. I remember coming here in the summer when the grass was tall and green. Now it is completely covered in snow. I grab my toboggan and head for the hill. I begin to march, left foot, right foot. The snow slowly comes up to my knees. Halfway up the hill I sit in the snow to rest and catch my breath. The cold wind blowing in my face makes me rush back up the hill. Finally! I reach the top of the hill. Looking down I can see cars and bushes. The bushes are covered in snow with spots of green leaves peaking out. I set my toboggan down and steady myself in it. Without waiting I have my two hands out on the side pushing my sled. My hands are banging the cold ground one right after the other. Soon I am rushing down the hill. The wind begins to pick up and my hood flies off. I am not strong enough to pull on the breaks. I continue to rush down the hill with my eyes closed. I scream for help. The sled is still going. I yell for everyone to get out of my way and suddenly, slam! I hit a big rock in front of me. I fall out of the toboggan landing face down to the ground. My face is covered in snow. I get up and laugh. This is the most fun I ever had. From the car I hear my dad calling. He has a cup of hot chocolate for me. Walking back to the car I tell myself that I will always have fun playing in the snow.
Thoughts about Music: Music Uncomfortable
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