Why I HATE Snow!

BUT not really,,, I love snow! It's pretty to look at when it's so peacefully falling down. It oddly reminds me of Edward Scissor's Hand, and that weird scene… but thats another story. Snow days are great, and near and dear to my heart. But what kid doesn't love a day off from school! I was all down for playing in this white powder, and thankfully so were my neighborhood friends. My brother and his older friend built jumps off of various objects, and unfortunately I was the genie pig for there experiments because I was the youngest and one of the smallest. So I tested every jump first with my plastic sled. It was always ridiculous and unsafe, and I always managed to run into a car or a tree or just completely wipe out. AND this is why I should hate snow, but yet I still love every snow just the same (even when its slapping me in the face)