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Memories of Snow

Bella Simons, Staff

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“It’s snowing, it’s snowing, it’s snowing!”  This was my favorite thing to say when I was eight years old. Back then, my favorite thing in the world was sledding in winter with my family. On snowy days I’d bundle up in a puffy pink coat and my Hello Kitty hat and we’d fit our giant orange sled into the back seat of the minivan. I remember I would always bounce in my seat with excitement. We’d head over to a park nearby with a large hill covered in snow. This was back when my mom, dad, brother and I could all fit on the orange sled. We’d race down the hill, smiling widely, with our hair flying behind us. It was wonderful, laughing until our cheeks hurt as we glided down the hill. We did this for years and years. As my brother and I grew older, we became too big for that orange sled. Soon we became tired of the cold and would rather stay inside where it’s warm. Then we’d put the sled in the garage, where it collected dust. After a few years I forgot about the sled and all the memories that came along with it, until one day when I was looking for some old pictures for a Spanish project and I came across the pictures back from our sledding days.  In all of the pictures we were smiling so big, our cheeks red from the cold. I remembered my puffy pink coat and, of course, my Hello Kitty hat. I remembered what it felt like to fly down the hill. I recall how afterwards we’d always go home and have hot chocolate. I remembered laughing with my family afterwards and having snowball fights. Looking at the pictures made me nostalgic of that time, for it was back when my favorite thing was to do was to spend time with my family. Nowadays I am here at Marian studying communication and reading books in my free time. My brother is busy studying economics in New York at Columbia University. My parents are at home and are thinking of moving. Still, we always get together for February eighteenth, my dad’s birthday. Maybe this year I’ll invite them to go sledding one last time. Family is important, whether you’re eight and love Hello Kitty, or if you’re eighteen and in college. No matter how much time passes or where my family ends up, I know I’ll always have those memories to cherish.

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3 Responses to “Memories of Snow”

  1. Fabiola restrepo on January 30th, 2019 4:04 pm

    Love your writing !! Memories make us revive the experience again congratulations Bellita i can’t wait for the nex one

  2. Gary Simons on January 31st, 2019 8:00 pm

    Bella you have grown up to be great writer! We are blessed to be an intact and close family that loves each other and celebrates memories and being a family of love. Memories are the best thing that we have and there are many! Love, Grandpa Gary

  3. Gary Simons on January 31st, 2019 8:10 pm

    You have become a talented and sensitive writer. Our family is blessed to be intact and loving one another. Family memories are the most important things that we have. Thank you for sharing these memories. I remember them well! Love, Grandpa Gary

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