sjsprWriting

I vividly remember the first time I saw snow. I was on a ski trip with my family and the moment I walked out of the airport I saw this white powder all around the building where grass once bloomed. The scenery was spectacular. Everything seemed peaceful, cold and comfortable. As we drove to our apartment, I couldn't keep my eyes off of this white blanket that covered the mountains. Once we arrived, I jumped out of the car and straight into a snow pile. Although my parents wanted me to unpack before I began to play, I couldn't wait! I wanted to form a snow angel, make a fort, and have snowball fights right away! My cousins and I played in the snow until dinner when all ran inside with freezing fingers and red little noses. After dinner we sat by the fire, drank our hot chocolate and prepared to go to sleep. That night I went to sleep with an enormous smile on my face as I dreamt about the following day.