By Andrew K.
December
12, 2009, a terrible thing happened. That year, there was a terrible snow storm
that lasted two days. Eventually the snow stopped falling hard and I went
outside with my mom. There was snow, as far as I could see. There was three
feet twelve inches to be exact. My mom started shoveling, but that was boring
so I went off and explored. I started walking on a fence covered in snow, but since
I wasn’t paying any attention I fell flat on face and passed out. About five
minutes later, I woke up in three feet of snow. I felt cold, wet and terrified.
I was starting to get frost bite. I was wet from the melted snow in my jacket
and freezing from the wind. I couldn’t stand-up, so I started to dig and dig
and dig. While I was doing this I was yelling for her. Eventually I got to the
side walk and rested until my mom found me. I was annoyed because I had been
yelling for ten minutes before she found me. She found me when she was
shoveling the sidewalk. She helped me walk to the front door, took my coat off,
turned on the fire and then I fell asleep on the sofa. Later, I ate a cup of
soup and felt much better.
