The first snowfall of the year is always the best. The snow falls in a fast flurry. Soon everything is covered in a thick, sparkling, white blanket of snow. As soon as I realize it has been the first snowfall I want to race outside and go in the snow. Even if it’s 20 degrease below zero.
As a little kid when the snow came I was always outside. Making snow angels, or snowmen, catching snowflakes on my tongue. I always found something creative to do outside. Usually I went outside with my neighbors. Always I was the first person outside, and the last one to come in. As soon as I came in a missed the outdoors a lot, so my mom bribed me to stay in with hot chocolate. As soon as I got my steaming cup of hot cocoa I would sit by the window and watch the snow fall.
Now as I’m older I have a way busier schedule. I haven’t even been able to go in the snow. As I see the little kids out in the snow. I soon remember the good old days when that used to be me. The first snowfall of the year is always the best. It always makes me think of the amazing memories I had as a young kid.
