Have you ever heard that one song that makes your memories emerge again? Or, maybe it's that one smell that will kindle that old flame, that will suddenly lead you to burst into tears? Everytime I've heard the song "Fifteen" by Taylor Swift, my heart goes back to my best friends and I playing merrily in the powdery snow.
It was 6:30 PM, and I didn't have a clue what to do, as I stared into the soft flakes falling, and coating the backyard in a soft, delicate blanket of snow. I then glanced at a picture of my friends and I on the wall. I knew what to do.
Putting on all of my garb, I felt gleefully motivated to trudge out into the blizzard that was slowly enveloping my backyard. When I stepped out onto my snow covered deck, I breathed in the icy air, ready to play. I then set out into the 7 feet worth of snow.
Once I arrived at my neighbors house, I knocked on the frigid door. The cold wind whipped against my body, while the snow lightly patted my head.Lindsay answered the door, her blonde hair unkempt.
"Oh, hi. Let me get dressed. I'll go get Grace." I remembered she said.
She carefully shut the door, as not to disturb any of the snow that lay untouched on the roof of their house. After a while, Grace and Lindsay emerged from their house, their layers of thick winter clothes looking as ridiculous as mine. I smiled, then asked, "What do you want to do?"
Grace sat down on the bench on their deck, forcefully pushing the snow off it.
"Maybe we could go sled over at the park. My dad could drive us," She continued, "it would be fun."
"Yeah, we have a new sled we could try." Lindsay added.
"Awesome!" I said, my lips numb.
"Okay, I'll be right back, I'll go ask my dad." Grace said, navigating to the door through the snow.
The door slammed, and a thin sheet of snow slid off the roof. I smiled.
Afew minutes later, Grace came out smiling. She said,"If your parents say it's alright, you can go!
"Sweet!" I yelled over the sound of snow and wind blowing.
I came into their house, and asked if i could call my parents. They obviously said yes. After discussing the matter with my parents, they agreed. I brought a sled of my own back to their house.
I happily hopped in their car. Lindsay began to ask a question.
"Could you turn on some Taylor Swift music?"
"Sure." Her dad replied.
Fifteen came on, and we all sang along. It was so sweet, watching all of the beautiful blanketed houses, the Christmas lights blinking in delight, it was all so special. As the song ended, we we're on our own he dropped us off at the side walk near the park. We had a lot of walking, but we didn't complain. It was great, enhailing the freezing air. Winter intoxicated the senses. The snow blinded your eyes, with its unique majestic flakes, the air numbed your lips, and made you un able to speak. Even if it didn't blow at your lips, you would still be breath taken by the scene. It was just nature's way of hushing you, and letting you take in the beauty.
We entered -- no, trudged to the park, our teeth gritted, trying to make the bite of Jack Frost lessen. But we we're still determined to shred those hills. Due to the snow, it gave the minuscule hills the illusion that they towered over us. Shaking not just from the cold, but of fear. We climbed the glacier, and sat down, panting from all of the trudging.
Before we knew it, an hour ticked by. The blizzard had worsened. Now, the soft, powdery flakes patting our faces were shards of ice stabbing at our faces. Grace, Lindsay, and myself, were tired and worn out from all of the climbing and sliding. Not only that, but our faces were burning, and were red, with the first stage of frost bite.
Strangely, instead of feeling frustrated, it actually soothed me, and made me smile. But what snapped me out of it was the fact that the snow was becoming thicker, and because of the conditions, it made it difficult to judge what was close, and what wasn't. My hearing became oblivious to my friend's screeching. She had fallen, and I couldn't hear it.
Luckily, the harsh wind stopped for a moment, and I heard the faint cry of one of the soldiers. Instinctly, I headed to my left, but nearly tripped over her body. Grace was over her, concered. When Lindsay said her foot hurt, I felt as if we we're transported to Antarctica. We had to deal with the same things the Mount Everest climbers had to deal with, hunger, energy issues, and of course, injuries.
When we made it to their dad's car, we felt were drained out of energy. So as soon as we got to their house, we lounged around, and recounted what happened. As of Lindsay's foot, it wasn't hurt, just bruised. I'll never have another day like that again. We could try, but it simply wouldn't be the same. Prior to what happened, we had ventured out into the snow plenty of times, and never anticipated such a sticky situation. It was wonderful.
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