Personal Narrative: Lessons Learned From A Snow Storm

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.

The atmosphere is gray and white. When we do get snow, the woods look so pure and majestic that you would think that you were dreaming. The blanket of white in the trees and on the grass brings me vivid memories. The winter of 2009 was the year a snow storm pelted our humble town. Twelve inches of snow covered every object in the path of the merciless storm. One of my best friends, Chandler, and I went snow sledding in the midst of the woods. The laughter and joy I experienced that winter will carry with me as long as I live. The cold blushed my cheeks and turned my face a bright red. I closed my eyes and pushed off from the top of the hill. The sled accelerated down the winter wonderland. The sled eventually came to a halt. My family and friends were laughing as I crashed into a bush down below the next time I went. After picking myself up, I was laughing hysterically. We each took turns on the natural roller

Later, a neighbor would tell of coming home after three nights away and have to dig down a foot to reach his own door. My dad had a snow blower, which spewed sheets of snow out of the side of its mouth. Sheets became mountains, and mountains became walls on either side of our front path, reaching almost to the sky. I could still view sky by tipping my head back, but seeing it was no relief because the sky was snow-white, tearing itself into pieces and hurling them at us.

heard that it was possible for us to get a snow day but before I went to bed I saw it wasn't even snowing so I figured we wouldn't have one. I looked out my window and saw it was super windy and snowing very hard. I got super excited since I couldn't even seen my neighbors house. Usually if we couldn't see that it meant we had a snow day. I pulled the news on my phone to check if we had a snow. First thing I saw was that over a hundred schools had one! Surely we would be one of them. I scrolled down to the bottom since Zeeland is always at the bottom. “What” I yelled inside my head. “How on earth do we not have a snow day” I thought to myself.

Of course this doesn’t apply if you are in Las Vegas but mostly for northern cities. When walking in the snow during the winter, make sure to wrap plastic grocery bags around your socks so they don’t get wet or of course you could wear boots. Wet socks can ultimately lead to pneumonia or foot fungus that will have you walking in pain with a limp if left untreated. Some homeless people can’t afford boots, so try to get free ones from the Salvation Army as they sometimes give out free winter clothes.

Have you ever woken up to a thick snow blanket outside then received the call that

I am Camille, master of music and amateur rifle twirler. Known to the world as ‘The Smart Kid’. Snowy Anchorage is where I was born, raised by the king and queen of the David household. Accomplished in my academic scores; straight a’s for three years straight. With a score higher than needed on the language test to qualify as biliterate. I have the ability to study quickly and effectively even minutes before a test in the case that I forget about it. I am the eldest of three siblings and the only female. I am often responsible for watching over the children when the king and queen have business to attend to. Friends with students of all ages; preschool to seniors in high school, I am known as someone to rely on and tell your troubles

The title might sound a bit dramatic, but honestly most days when dressing up, I'm just trying to pick out something that'd allow me to survive the cold. I do appreciate all the snow we have here in Russia in the winter time, but enough is enough. I'm already so looking forward to the warmer days and being able to wear spring jackets and light coats, instead of 10 layers and the chunkiest sweaters.

snowing.” I jumped out of my bed and put on my snow gear. I was so excited that I ran faster

I was sitting on the cold, white sand. At least those are the words I would use to describe what I saw at the time. Everything that surrounded me, was foreign. White frozen flakes fell from the sky, piling up to become huge marshmallows. Yet, they tasted nothing like them. At first, grass and small flowers were the only, thing you could spot on the floor; but, that image vanished. Going from a forest at my grandfather’s house, to a mini winter wonderland. At first, the snow was barely noticeable, sinking beneath the grass. Then a few moments later, all you could see was masses of snow. I sat down in the center to fully take in my surroundings. Right as my butt was about to land, I heard a soft whoosh sound. I barely had enough time to react before I felt a snow ball plummet into my face. The fatal shot exploded on contact, doing more damage than your average snowball. Actually, now that I 'm reflecting on the situation, I think someone used a rock and just coated with snow. I stumbled back, in slow motion of course, with saliva flying out of my mouth. My hands shot up in the air and my body did a full 180 turn. Slowly, I fell to the ground, closing my eyes, and in that exact moment the thought hit me. “Why can we drink a drink, but not food a food?”. Boom, I hit the floor, and my

I said, that’s a good thing! Exclaiming, sheeeit, aint nothin special bout it. Be my turn to be off fur Christmas! I better hurry up then, and blitz out the door. I sprayed the trunk opening and the door handles. Around the headlights and taillights. Opened the door and popped the trunk. Had to force it open to cracked the ice loose. Reached in and grabbed a pair of old leather gloves, opened the suitcase grabbed a towel an wrapped it around my head. Got a sweater. Put my gun in my jacket. Closed the trunk. Used the scrape to knock the ice and snow off the taillights and head lights. Sprayed the back window, side windows, side mirrors and the spray ports for the window washer. Rushed back to the

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.

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As I wake up I smell the cold air I rush up the stairs into the living room and to see outside my window a mountain of glistening snow laid across the neighborhood. I was ecstatic when I saw so much snow on the ground on such a clear day, I dash to my closet and pick out all my snow gear one by one. As I rush out the back door I feel the cold wind rush against my face, as I walk through the snow it became quite difficult to move. Soon I went to my old playset that was in my background, but before I manage to climb up the wooden steps a giant piece of ice fell from the roof and I caught it, I was almost crushed by the large slab of ice. I then used the large ice slab to make a snowman out of it, I carried the ice slab to the back porch of my

On a snowy and windy night, I was at Barnes & Noble in Green Bay with my friends, Alan and Karina. Christmas music played overhead, the smell of hot chocolate and freshly brewed coffee wafted over, the customers were kind and cheerful, and snow was beginning to blanket the parking lot outside. We were sitting near the cafe wrapping books to support their mom’s school fundraiser. I stared outside and remembered my mom’s warning of the large snowfall that was almost upon us. Around 7:15, the snowflakes were becoming larger and we could barely see outside the window.