A winter storm
Pavel Ryabichev
Professor Price
English 55
Sep-16-2013
A Winter Storm There are days of happiness, and there are days of sorrow. The day I witnessed my first winter storm, was a day to remember. It was a cold, unforgiving winter in eastern Europe on my grandparents' farm, where I spent most of my time. But this winter was not like any other I've ever experienced. Waking up that morning I was anxious to get outside and play with the snow, make snow angels, and start snowball fights with my granddad. As the little me was getting dressed and excited to get outside, my granddad spoke . He told me that there wasn't a chance of me ever getting out that door within the next three hours. Dumbfounded, I looked at him and said "watch me!", he laughed and watched me race to the door. Being the scrawny little 65 pound boy that I was, it took me all morning, and into the afternoon to dig my way through the snow barricaded doors. It snowed so much that night that our windows on the first floor were covered almost to the very top. The only way for anyone to get from the house to the barn is to create snow tunnels, and half crawl beneath the snow. Or at least that is what I imagined myself doing. The snow was way to powdery to dig tunnels, but we still had to dig pathways to get around. One night I woke up shaken by my granddad, telling me we need to get up, get dressed, and get ready for a night I'll never forget. He always loved the crazy, and deadly weathers of mother nature. I knew this because he had this grid on his face, it lit him up. He nearly leaped for joy. We rushed outside, I took one step outside and the next thing I knew I was face down in the snow, ten feet from where I originally was standing. The winds were so strong you could see the tractor tilt onto two wheels. It was a joyous and wonderful moment I shared with my granddad. After I helped him close all gates shut, he told me to go get the dog. Out of my love for animals I quickly rushed to go get
Professor Price
English 55
Sep-16-2013
A Winter Storm There are days of happiness, and there are days of sorrow. The day I witnessed my first winter storm, was a day to remember. It was a cold, unforgiving winter in eastern Europe on my grandparents' farm, where I spent most of my time. But this winter was not like any other I've ever experienced. Waking up that morning I was anxious to get outside and play with the snow, make snow angels, and start snowball fights with my granddad. As the little me was getting dressed and excited to get outside, my granddad spoke . He told me that there wasn't a chance of me ever getting out that door within the next three hours. Dumbfounded, I looked at him and said "watch me!", he laughed and watched me race to the door. Being the scrawny little 65 pound boy that I was, it took me all morning, and into the afternoon to dig my way through the snow barricaded doors. It snowed so much that night that our windows on the first floor were covered almost to the very top. The only way for anyone to get from the house to the barn is to create snow tunnels, and half crawl beneath the snow. Or at least that is what I imagined myself doing. The snow was way to powdery to dig tunnels, but we still had to dig pathways to get around. One night I woke up shaken by my granddad, telling me we need to get up, get dressed, and get ready for a night I'll never forget. He always loved the crazy, and deadly weathers of mother nature. I knew this because he had this grid on his face, it lit him up. He nearly leaped for joy. We rushed outside, I took one step outside and the next thing I knew I was face down in the snow, ten feet from where I originally was standing. The winds were so strong you could see the tractor tilt onto two wheels. It was a joyous and wonderful moment I shared with my granddad. After I helped him close all gates shut, he told me to go get the dog. Out of my love for animals I quickly rushed to go get