Personal Narrative Essay : A Snowy Day In My Life

Besides soccer, sledding is something my sister and I love to do on snowy afternoons. We have this amazing hill at our house thats super steep and has lots on turns; its the perfect sledding hill. The only problem with it is that at the end of the hill there is a road. My father didn’t want us sledding on the hill until he could put a fence up to keep us from sliding into the middle of the road.

Growing up, I never really was the athletic type. I would occasionally ride my bike outside with the neighbor kids or participate in dodgeball in the gym at school, but I definitely had no athletic ability. There were many other great things I was interested in, none of which being sports, or anything that took any sort of coordination. In fifth grade, I had a little accident that proved to me I am not the type of person for sports.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! My phone alarm went of at 6:00 that morning, it was the middle of February and it was forecasted to snow the whole day. We had already gotten the day off because of the inclement weather before then. Back to the day before, I was staying at my cousin’s house because my mom had to have her eye surgery. It had already sleeted a couple days before and we didn't even get out then. We were watching the news and drinking hot cocoa and coffee.

When I was 7 years old my Dad said I could start helping him with his lawn business.When I turned 7 I was so excited because I could start helping him. A month after my birthday he told me how to drive it.

The sun was high in the sky with not a cloud visible. I was standing, ready position, in tall, green grass that looked like it hadn’t been cut all year, with the sun shining in my face. Heat licked my sunburned face and coiled around my limbs like a great hot-blooded serpent. The ground smoldered and sent up a disorienting haze. Even the birds were silent and the grass stood still as if too hot to move. Sweat trickled down my neck and back like warm soup. The cheering fans have a life of their own with everyone in black and orange attire. There is chatter between old friends catching up and new friends being made, but all I can hear is my mom shouting my name. Little did I know, I wouldn’t be able to hear, let alone see anything within the next few seconds of this game.

It was a wind morning on the first day of you can smell the bacon on a fall day with a hint of hickory. It smells so good you can almost taste it. You can feel the hot cocoa going down into your stomach. Kids going to school with their friends and infants wrapped in a snuggly warm blanket. You can feel the cold air on your cheeks and when you are outside you can hear the leaves under your feet and the busy city streets filled with cars lined up to the end of the

Dan was distracted as he boarded his bus away from the living hell that was his high school. His first day back from winter holiday was finally over. Even after a whole semester, he still wasn’t sure why he had to be there. He was a mere 8th grader in a sea of high schoolers, only there because his dumb school system didn’t have a middle school. All he could ever think of was getting away. However, he had a few shining lights in the darkness that was his life, and those were his friends.

It was August 8th, 2016. The day Aspen would start her never ending depression. It was the first day of school, Aspen had just moved to town and hadn’t known anybody yet. She was scared out of her mind. Aspen was very anti-social the thought of new people and her made her feel weak. She tried to pretend being sick but Aspen’s mother knew she was just trying to get out of school. So her mother told her to get dressed and get through the day as best as she could. Aspen had no choice, so she got out of bed and began to get ready.

Look at all the snow She thinks there's just enough and out the door she goes working,working, to build him up She calls him little snowman He such a wonderful sight sitting in his winter wonderland she hopes he makes it through the night. If he's there when she awakes his family she will make everyday they can play until the sun takes them away

As the glistening rays of the sun reflects its aureate light on the fresh coat of snow, a different breed of winter lovers awake. The smell of bacon sizzling on an iron skillet masks the air awaking all throughout the small cabin. As we gather around the old wooden table, smiles inform each other about what is about to happen. As we all bundle up for the frigid temperatures of the north, no one is afraid to suffer in the colder temps to look better than the others. The stiff molded boots form around my soft, delicate feet providing protection from any injury that may occur. In the act of zipping up our jackets, a feeling of excitement stimulates the atmosphere.

Last week we had quite a lot of snow and Madison, the great lover of snow, couldn't wait to go out and play in it. Living my earlier years in the Caribbean, I'm still a spring/summer person at heart, but I tolerate the snow for my kids. Having lived in NYC for most of my life, you would however think that I'd love winter and the snow. That, unfortunately couldn't be further from the truth. I detest it! While fresh snow looks lovely for those who live in states and countries where there is none, the next day or two becomes a nightmare. Slush is by far the dirtiest thing, next to mud, you'll see in the winter, but kids love it all. So, with Madison out in the snow making her snow angels on the lawn, I grabbed my camera and started taking a few photos of her. I'm all about creating memories to last a lifetime and having photos of your kids during the stages of their life, photos that you can look back upon when they're older. It's also a good idea to also get in-front of the camera with your children as well. I have quite a few photos of my mom with my children but very few with us together since I was always the one taking the photos. It's also the same with my own children. Besides the professional sessions we took together, very rarely, there aren't a lot of photos with me in the picture. I know a lot of other parents can relate.

When I woke up on Saturday morning, I looked outside the window and I saw that it had snowed. I had no clue that I was going to have big plans for the snow. I was about twelve years old when I had an amazing snow day. When these big plans for snow happened, I was in the same house that I am currently in which is in Alexandria. Since I had a house I had a lot of land to sled on. I woke up and put my 2 layers of clothes on and put my snow boots on. I was already. The only thing I had to do was wait for my sister to get up and get ready. My sister and I headed outside to find the perfect hill to slide down. Then my sister and I went sledding down the big hill that we had on the property. My sister and I took turns going down the hill. I would go

Growing up in the wintry Kingdom of Naire, one had to be accustomed to the cold in order to survive. The trees understood; Only evergreens ever blossomed in our forest, and only the bravest flowers ever bloomed. Snow was considered a permanent fixture in our lives, except for the two months between June and September. I used to think that it was magical when I was a little boy. The bright sun in the sky that never seemed to warm anything, yet shined enough to blind you with the glittering snow; The magnificent trees that stretched endlessly into the sky, never losing their leaves despite the temperature; The sharp, almost painful inhalation of cold oxygen clearing your senses and inexplicably warming your insides. Anything and everything was possible, no matter how out of reach.

It was another cloudy yet chilly day in Vermont. Snow could be seen covering roads and the roofs of several buildings that I had passed by. Whilst on a bandwagon, I was makin’ my way towards the Vermont train station. Feeling a gust of wind pass by, I heard the sound of a train coming to a stop —‘skreeee’. In a swift motion, I whipped the reins in my hand, commanding my stallions to come to a halt. Tlot tlot tlot! As I stood patiently by the station, I could hear the conductor instruct,“This marks our stop! Carefully grab your luggages and make your way towards the exits!” One by one, passengers stepped off the train, bustling around in a hurry until one of them appeared to be Elizabeth. Glancing over the people waiting, finally she had made eye contact with me, “Over here, Betsy!” I hollered. “Uncle Henry!” she exclaimed, quickly grabbing her belongings and making her way over.

I remember that winter. When raindrops fell covering the ground in a thick layer of ice. I looked out the window my breath fogging it up. I heard the sound of the oven ringing, and I instantly ran into the kitchen. The aroma of gingerbread permeated the air as another batch of gingerbread had just been taken out of the oven; another tray ready to slide in. Not being able to resist I put my hand out to grab a cookie when I rapidly pulled it back dropping the cookie. Deciding to wait for them to cool down, I went to the closet and put my coat on. I went outside and carefully advanced down the steps. I stepped onto the ice slipping and sliding trying to grab ahold of something. I clutched onto the pole next to me catching my balance. I started