Childhood memories

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


This short story is a combination of many memories of snow days from my childhood.

Submitted: March 21, 2018

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Waking up more rested than usual, glancing over at my alarm clock that reads 8:58am I throw my covers off jump up barley having time to put my slippers on. 
It was a winter morning in Dallastown the snow was plummeting to the ground. Overnight a blanket of snow was left on the ground. A soft and fluffy playground full of possibilities awaits the children. Schools were canceled, mothers prepared breakfast as the children lay upstairs in a deep slumber. 
“Mom!”, I cried running out of my room, to the left and down the stairs to find my mom making breakfast. She stood there in front of a full stove in her red robe with black and grey dogs scattered all over the robe. As she turned to me I said to my mom “We missed the bus.” She told me that school was canceled and asked me to go wake my brother and father for breakfast. 
My mother made scrambled eggs with sliced orange American cheese melted on top, tiny sausage links, and toast. We sat in floral cushioned chairs that were held up with five wheels; around an oval shaped wooden table. My brother barley finished his last bite better running up stairs to get his snowsuit on. After we were prepared to face the cold for hours we felt like sumo wrestlers with multiple layers of clothes, gloves and socks it seemed as if we were in a fat suit. 
Our backyard was the perfect place to create childhood memories. Walking out of the back door there was a glass table with lawn chairs where the adults would sit in outside in the warmer months. The cement pathway that starts at the back door leads to a small pond; the path connects to our neighbors backdoor and the steps the to the very far left that leads up to the parking space. We had the far back parking spaces closest to our townhome. The parking space is higher than the backyard, where the driveway ends the grass stars and creates a hill that leads down to the back yard. The yard felt like the size of a football field but was actually about 50 feet in length. 
After hours of sledding and playing house outside our layers became wet and clung to our bodies as the time pasted. The entire hill was covered in numerous tracks for all of our sleds. The basement freezer was lined with several pairs of wet gloves we had switched out for dry gloves. When we went inside the rules were no shoes past the basement steps and every layer except the last layer you had on must come off in the basement by the washer. 
A shower was always what I wanted to do when I came inside from playing in the snow but my mom always made me a mug of hot chocolate and told me to let my body heat up before shocking it with the warm water. My brother and I drank our hot chocolate and then headed up stairs to get our pajamas and bath towels ready. Kain always went first because he showered in a shorter time than I could. With wet heads and fresh pajamas we headed down stairs to eat dinner which our parents had made together. Chicken breast, macaroni and cheese and green beans was a weekly meal at my house but everybody always cleaned their plates when my mom would make it. Following dinner we watched a movie together as a family in the living room. 
Our parents tucked us in bed as we hoped school would be canceled tomorrow. Our dreams were filled with snowball battles, lots of food made with love, sledding and spending time together as a family. The next morning seemed to be a replay of the previous morning. Schools were canceled as the snow seemed to be very faint the roads had a fresh coating making school and work not possible. It was just what my brother and I hoped for. Another day home with our parents making unforgettable memories. 

 


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