I remember the first time that I saw the snow. I felt like I was dreaming. In my country the only way to see the snow is look at a picture or wacth the television. It was amazing. Looked through the window and saw that perfect white color. I was so exciting. I put my jacket and my boots, and ran to the snow. I played with my nieces. We made a snowman.
I am so grateful with God for gave me the opportunity to come here, and see the snow.
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Who knows, maybe we'll have another big snowstorm one of these days!?
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you like the snow. I love it too.