Mac Scott
Growing up in Florida provided me with scolding hot summers and warm winters. I mean, come on, it can get to I nice warm temperature of 120° Fahrenheit. My parents had told me we were moving to New Jersy, I was ecstatic, little did I know of the grueling winter that would follow.
The first winter, I was perplexed by the white powdery stuff in front of me as my dad, irritated, shoveled the driveway. It was all new to me, the snow covering everything in sight. The first mistake I made was putting my bare hand into the snow, might not seem too bad, but I ran inside and ran my hand under cold water. Yeah, I couldn’t feel my hand for the rest of the day. Mistake #2: One day my neighbor/friend had come and made cookies, but that’s not the funny part. The Snow Plow had pushed all 4ft of snow off to the side of the road, creating a 7ft mountain of dirty snow. Of course, I'm going to jump in it. Aaaand my boots get stuck in the snow, and I’m forced to walk to my friend’s house in my minion socks. Sonya’s father answered the door and he worriedly looked down at my semi-frozen feet. He took the chocolate chip cookies and slammed the door in my face. I walked back over to the mound of snow and forcibly removed my boots falling on the cold hard ice at least 14 times. I was forced to walk back home, carrying my boots shamefully in my hands. I hurriedly removed all my snow gear and walked over to our spinney desk chair on wheels. I thought I was a genius! Because my feet were numb, I pulled myself through the hallway, on picture frames, doors, and much more. My final mistake: Me and my friends had found a big pond which was covered in ice. I was like, “WOW, LETS GO ICE SKATING AND HAVE FUN!!!” Little did I know; the ice was VERY thin. I leaped onto the ice, only to fall backwards into freezing cold water. Back then, I had long hair, so all that ice water froze to my flowing locks. I had to walk home, shivering all the way, just for my mom to be severely disappointed in me.
All in all, I was a pretty stupid kid, but we all need to make mistakes to learn from them. Maybe this year I will finally stop making snowy mistakes. Have fun, don’t eat the yellow snow (1st grade mac, it was not lemonade), and be thankful.
Growing up in Florida provided me with scolding hot summers and warm winters. I mean, come on, it can get to I nice warm temperature of 120° Fahrenheit. My parents had told me we were moving to New Jersy, I was ecstatic, little did I know of the grueling winter that would follow.
The first winter, I was perplexed by the white powdery stuff in front of me as my dad, irritated, shoveled the driveway. It was all new to me, the snow covering everything in sight. The first mistake I made was putting my bare hand into the snow, might not seem too bad, but I ran inside and ran my hand under cold water. Yeah, I couldn’t feel my hand for the rest of the day. Mistake #2: One day my neighbor/friend had come and made cookies, but that’s not the funny part. The Snow Plow had pushed all 4ft of snow off to the side of the road, creating a 7ft mountain of dirty snow. Of course, I'm going to jump in it. Aaaand my boots get stuck in the snow, and I’m forced to walk to my friend’s house in my minion socks. Sonya’s father answered the door and he worriedly looked down at my semi-frozen feet. He took the chocolate chip cookies and slammed the door in my face. I walked back over to the mound of snow and forcibly removed my boots falling on the cold hard ice at least 14 times. I was forced to walk back home, carrying my boots shamefully in my hands. I hurriedly removed all my snow gear and walked over to our spinney desk chair on wheels. I thought I was a genius! Because my feet were numb, I pulled myself through the hallway, on picture frames, doors, and much more. My final mistake: Me and my friends had found a big pond which was covered in ice. I was like, “WOW, LETS GO ICE SKATING AND HAVE FUN!!!” Little did I know; the ice was VERY thin. I leaped onto the ice, only to fall backwards into freezing cold water. Back then, I had long hair, so all that ice water froze to my flowing locks. I had to walk home, shivering all the way, just for my mom to be severely disappointed in me.
All in all, I was a pretty stupid kid, but we all need to make mistakes to learn from them. Maybe this year I will finally stop making snowy mistakes. Have fun, don’t eat the yellow snow (1st grade mac, it was not lemonade), and be thankful.