Many years ago there lived a little girl, and this little girl loved the snow, but she lived in the South where really good snows were rare. Still, the little girl anxiously awaited the first snowfall (back then she didn’t mind the cold so much). She would stare out the window at the field next door and study the sky and how it looked where it met the ground, and how the dried grasses waved with the wind. She just knew snowflakes were about to fall. Sure enough, one or two at a time, then more and more until it was really snowing. She was so happy! She would watch as it started sticking, piling up until everything was white.
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When the snow was deep enough and packed down on the roads around her house, her Daddy would take her sledding. Not just any sledding, mind you, this was special. You see, her Daddy made some chains for his lawn mower and fashioned a hitch of sorts for her sled. The little girl donned her snow clothes, boots and mittens, and out into her winter wonderland they went. Her Daddy pulled her everywhere, up and down the hills, and all around the neighborhood. Such fun they had! He would slow up and then start again, making the sled jerk, and off she slid into the snow, laughing. The first time was an accident, but it was so much fun, she did it over and over again.
She’s been grown for some time now, but those long ago memories are sweet reminders of how special her childhood really was.
Written for Magpie Tales #44