Winter Delight
When the first snowflakes begin to fall, I run around squealing with delight, trying to catch the falling shapes on my tongue. If a blanket of snow covers the ground, I throw myself onto my back and move my arms and legs up and down to make a snow angel. As soon as the freezing temperatures become reliable, the mayor has the baseball diamond flooded to make an outdoor rink. It seems like everyone in town has a pair of skates and I rush to be the first one onto the freshly hardened, g listening sheet of ice. The ice looks perfect until my skates carve little lines all over it. On another day, I call my friends and we meet at the hill with our toboggans. It’s a challenge each year to avoid the trees and to stay out of the river at the bottom of the hill. The river is frozen over, but who knows how solid it is. The next day, I grab Grandpa’s old wooden snow shoes and tramp around the meadow above our house. No grazing bulls around to chase me this t...