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This Wednesday's prompt is the word: SNOWFALL. Happy Writing!
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The word snowfall brings to mind a memory from my childhood. I don't even remember how old I was - maybe 6 years old. It had snowed the day before, about 5 or 6 inches, something like that. I went with my mom to her friend's house for a visit.
When we got there, her friend's three kids were getting ready to go play outside in the snow. They were all bundled up in their snow boots and gloves and big jackets. I really wanted to go, too, but my mom wouldn't let me and told me to stay inside.
I'm sure you can imagine how I felt having to sit there and listen to my mom and her friend talk. It was excruciating. I kept going over to the window and watching the kids play and wanted to join in so desperately. They were running around and throwing snowballs and shrieking with glee.
Her friend's son saw me looking out of the window and gestured for me to go outside and join them. I was a timid child who tried very hard to stay on my mother's good side. There were never any good outcomes when I went against what my mother told me to do. So I hesitated - torn between having fun and worrying about getting in trouble. But clearly my desire to have fun with the other kids outweighed any future consequences in my mind because I put on my coat and quietly crept out the back door. I didn't have a hat or gloves with me, but I didn't think about any of that.
The kids had built a little snow fort in the bushes by their house. We kept crawling under there and playing and calling it our igloo. It was so much fun! After we got tired of the fort, we laid down in the snow and made snow angels. By this time, my fingers were getting numb. But I didn't want to go back inside and face the wrath of my mom, so I stayed outside to enjoy it as much as I could.
Eventually, I started shivering and couldn't stop. My face felt numb. My fingers were like blocks of ice and I could barely move my hands. I finally couldn't stand it anymore and went back inside and howled for my mom. I can't describe it as anything other than a howl. My mom came running with this look of pure terror on her face. She wrapped me in a blanket and brought me a bowl of hot water for my hands.
Once I began to thaw out, and we both had calmed down, she asked me why I went outside when she had specifically told me not to. And I didn't know what to say except the truth: "I just wanted to play, Mommy. Everybody else was playing and having fun and I wanted to do it, too." She just looked at me for a moment. I held my breath for the angry tirade that I knew would follow.
Without a word, she hugged me close. She squeezed really tight, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was actually the best feeling ever.
Now, I know it might be weird to you, but that is a really happy memory for me. Just being snuggled by my mom, without her yelling at me like she normally did.
And now every time it snows, I think back to that day. With a phantom ache in my fingers and also my heart.
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