A Winter to Remember
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A Winter to Remember
I ran as fast as my two legs would carry me. I never looked back as I left my footprints in the snow. If I did I might have got caught, or so that’s what my mind kept repeating over and over. “Patrick and I are in trouble. Patrick and I are in trouble.” I didn’t think something so little would be big enough for the Police to show up. Or maybe I was wrong. Fifty more feet until I reached my house, where I knew I’d be safe from trouble.
Christmas break had started off as planned. The Christmas tree was up, the snow was about shin high, temperatures reached fifteen degrees, people were traveling to visit family, fire places were being overused, people all over went from door to door caroling, and Christmas movies were being over played many times. My mom had, like always, sporadically placed Christmas scented candles around the house. The smells would linger in the air, and my mind would immediately think Christmas morning.
When I heard the chorus of Winter Wonderland echo into my room from downstairs, I knew that my mom was up and probably cleaning. I figured it almost impossible to get back to sleep. So, I slowly took one foot at a time and gently placed them on the ground beneath me as the clock read 11:15 AM. I then changed into something more warm and comfortable. Like a slinky, down the stairs I went. I made my way into the kitchen where I delighted myself to a strawberry pop tart. After a good breakfast my next move was to get all geared up to go outside. Finding the right size in snow pants was always quite the challenge. I spent several hours out in the snow before my face froze, and my stomach hollowed out. It was nearly 6:00 PM by the time I got back indoors. I never left the fireplace’s side, as if we were best friends. Supper was on the table by the time I thawed out. I don’t ever recall taking many breaths between each bite.
After dinner I had received a call from Patrick asking if I...
I ran as fast as my two legs would carry me. I never looked back as I left my footprints in the snow. If I did I might have got caught, or so that’s what my mind kept repeating over and over. “Patrick and I are in trouble. Patrick and I are in trouble.” I didn’t think something so little would be big enough for the Police to show up. Or maybe I was wrong. Fifty more feet until I reached my house, where I knew I’d be safe from trouble.
Christmas break had started off as planned. The Christmas tree was up, the snow was about shin high, temperatures reached fifteen degrees, people were traveling to visit family, fire places were being overused, people all over went from door to door caroling, and Christmas movies were being over played many times. My mom had, like always, sporadically placed Christmas scented candles around the house. The smells would linger in the air, and my mind would immediately think Christmas morning.
When I heard the chorus of Winter Wonderland echo into my room from downstairs, I knew that my mom was up and probably cleaning. I figured it almost impossible to get back to sleep. So, I slowly took one foot at a time and gently placed them on the ground beneath me as the clock read 11:15 AM. I then changed into something more warm and comfortable. Like a slinky, down the stairs I went. I made my way into the kitchen where I delighted myself to a strawberry pop tart. After a good breakfast my next move was to get all geared up to go outside. Finding the right size in snow pants was always quite the challenge. I spent several hours out in the snow before my face froze, and my stomach hollowed out. It was nearly 6:00 PM by the time I got back indoors. I never left the fireplace’s side, as if we were best friends. Supper was on the table by the time I thawed out. I don’t ever recall taking many breaths between each bite.
After dinner I had received a call from Patrick asking if I...