Childhood+poem

The snow is falling in light fluffy flakes. mother wakes you up to tell you there's no school today. Some kids will run outside and grab their skates, but for me and my friends we will run to make base. As we meet on the hill we hear other kids cheer, the sound of laughter fills our ears.

It isn't long before we've filled our base, and we don't wait till the others have too. Snow is flying all over the place.

It isn't long before our fingers grow numb, so we brush off the snow, and to home we run,

but to our delight are cups steaming hot, and we drink up the chocolate without a second thought.