Personal Narrative Essay: Snow Fight
“3...2...1...Snow Fight!”
I believe in snow. The small flakes of decorative ice that fall from as big grey sky. As they float down, it makes the wheels in my brain turn. As they turn, it brings back memories of running and playing in the snow and sledding down a hill that goes on forever. Even the small memories of laughter and cold runny noses. The best memories are after the fun, with hot chocolate and mini marshmallows that bob around in the dark liquid. The warm mug thaws my hands as I sit wrapped in a soft blanket. I believe in the happy memories snowflakes bring people. On a cold winter night, my family and I went outside to have a snowball fight in the dark. We stacked snow as tall as the overgrown bushes around us. While hiding
I believe in snow. The small flakes of decorative ice that fall from as big grey sky. As they float down, it makes the wheels in my brain turn. As they turn, it brings back memories of running and playing in the snow and sledding down a hill that goes on forever. Even the small memories of laughter and cold runny noses. The best memories are after the fun, with hot chocolate and mini marshmallows that bob around in the dark liquid. The warm mug thaws my hands as I sit wrapped in a soft blanket. I believe in the happy memories snowflakes bring people. On a cold winter night, my family and I went outside to have a snowball fight in the dark. We stacked snow as tall as the overgrown bushes around us. While hiding