The
First Time We Saw Snow
One cold February
in a ranch on the outskirts of Arlee, Montana, a man discovered a gift from
nature surrounding his home. It started
the memory that became instilled in my mind.
He opened my
bedroom door with a big grin and shouted with glee as he told my brother and me
to look outside. We had just woken up a
few minutes before, but our dad’s excited words triggered a curiosity that gave
us the boost we needed to get off of our bed.
I ran to our front door, as my older brother followed, and peered
through three little rectangular windows, side by side, that showed just enough
light through them. As I looked out, I
saw little specks of white powder that glistened as the light touched them floating
from the sky.
Filled with joy and excitement, my brother and
I ran out with just our pajamas and unworn snow boots to touch the first snow
we had ever seen. My brother decided to
do what we always saw in movies. He fell
into the snow, and waved his arms around, creating a little snow angel. Not much later, I was doing the same thing,
and soon enough the front yard had little snow angels surrounding it. We tossed around the fresh snow with nothing
but our bare hands. I could feel my
hands going numb and noticed that they had turned a reddish color.
A few minutes passed
and I looked towards my house. I saw that
my dad was laughing. It wasn’t till
years later that I knew why he had stood there just laughing at my brother and
me. I shrugged it off while it took
place, but I now know that my dad must have had a real treat, when he saw the
surprised look on our faces as we realized that the seemingly harmless white
powder was cold to the touch.
When we couldn’t
take the cold anymore, our parents signaled for us to come inside for
breakfast. Sure enough, the two of us
went outside again, but the second time wearing the right apparel. We played and laughed, the same way we had
when we first came out. It continued to
snow throughout the day, even when we were back in our beds and ready to
sleep. Until this day, it still holds
the record of the deepest snow I had ever seen in my life.
It’s a memory that
not many people would ever have but it’s also a memory that people wished they
could experience. Although it seems like
nothing now, that day was something I had dreamed and wished for as a young
kid. Now, I have grown to be used to the
snow and don’t find it as exciting. When winter comes and it begins to snow, I
just look at it as normal-typical day. Of course, I won’t be able to experience the
first time I saw snow fall from the sky again, but the moment will always be painted
in my mind.
