Cold mornings

Our family always lived, where we a snow shovel I remember one snow storm

in particular when I was nine. My bestfriend,Bobby frost and I shoveled our

entire driveway ourselves, which is no small feet for a nine year olds.

When we were done , my father was waiting in the kitchen to reward us with

grilled cheese sandwiches, tomato soup and a silver dollar for the work we had

done. Dipping my grilled cheese into the steaming soup (in my opinion, truly

the best way to eat the 2 together), I am sure I was oblivious to how luck I was;

how norman rockell-beautiful shoveling a driveway can be.

Because I grew up in New England, winter was always my favourite season

.winter meant hockey, snow days off from school, and sledding until dinner was

ready .winter meant scratching wool hats, scarves that always chocked me,

jackets that made look like a mini-sumo wrestler, snow pants that made peeing

an ordeal, and moon boots.

My moon boots were my favourite. I may even have worn them to bed a few

times, afraid someone would take them from me while I slept. I loved winter as

much as I loved these moon boots.

I still love winter, but to say I enjoyed it as I did when I was nine years old

would be a lie. I’ve been a peace corps volunteer in Mongolia for eighteen

months now and I live in a ger, a tent with a small wood stove in the center.

Dannisha Wilson
17th January 2020
Dannisha Wilson
17th January 2020