Summer and Winter

I like watching the snow fall from the sky when there’s nothing else to do. Of course I miss the summer days, when you didn’t have to bundle up to try to stay warm. The sun was the source of our heat, but now we depend on heavy clothes or even a heated room. I like watching kids play in the snow- it reminds me of when I was younger. My siblings and I used to go sledding down the hill in our back yard. Sometimes my mom would get mad at us for hitting her lilac bushes. We didn’t care, though, because we were having too much fun. I remember breaking the icicles off the house and sucking on them. My dad always used to tell me to be careful of the icicles on the house because they could fall and poke my eye out. I like how the snow looks on certain things. For example, snow on the trees looks amazing. When I’m going down the road, I look at the rooftop of each house I pass and admire the different shapes that the snow has made. When I was growing up, we lived up on a steep hill. Every day that we had to go to school, we had to walk down the hill to get to our bus stop. The bus never came up the hill because it was too steep. Walking down the long, steep hill was horrible because the road was usually icy. A lot of the time, we would slip and fall on our way down. When I got a little older, around 14, my friend Brynn and I used to go for a walk just about every day. During the winter, we dressed warm when we walked to the store. During the summer, however, we usually just wore shorts and a t-shirt. Walking in the winter is completely different than walking in the summer. In the winter, we stared at the snowmen that other kids made, the different sized snow angels, the snowmobile tracks on the river below us as we walked across the bridge, and we had to stop every once in a while to get the snow out of our shoes. In the summer, we looked at the pools that we wished were ours, the warm-looking river as we walked above it, and we had to stop every once in a while to get the sand out of our flip flops.