The Snowfall of Childhood.

We can feel the cold winter air circling around our bright red cheeks while the snow gently falls from the heavens to the cold wet ground. Under our snow pants our long underwear itches against our tiny pale legs, but mostly we don’t even notice because we are holding our sleds and standing as tall as warriors atop the perfect hill. READY? We say, as we stand looking around at one another, each of us thinking we will easily be the winner this time.  GO someone shouts from a distance and we run, we run and giggle and full force fall until our bellies meet the plastic of the sled. The fresh snow shoots up, over and around us and we are free, flying down this mountain of a hill just grinning and laughing. The end nears as we all one by one cross the imagined finish line then roll off the front of our sleds into the piles of frost and bounce off one another. We hoot and howl while still half buried in the fresh snowfall not knowing who the actual winner was but all assuming it was oneself. The adults would stand near the front door watching us and laughing at our silly behavior. We were children, all cousins and we were set free on Christmas eve with our brand new sleds every year. Our family would gather out in the woods right off the river at my auntie and uncles house where family had more of a meaning then the dictionary could ever describe.


13 thoughts on “The Snowfall of Childhood.

  1. Thank you for following my blog, because then I wouldn’t have discovered your gem of a blog. Keep it up. Thank God for our kids that keep us going. Keep on writing. You have a talent.

  2. I hate snow! But this made me smile. I never grew out of the kid stage, and the simple stuff still makes me awed. My friends get fed up a lot when I stare too long or get distracted to easily. But without youthful wonder, where would we be?!? I hope you get to do this with K.D sometime. Family is the most important thing ever!

    Thanks for the blog follow as well!

  3. You instill memories of myself, sisters and friends at near by part. The crazy sled my father made with to ski’s on the bottom of a piece plywood… Such crazy fun!

  4. Oh wow, what a flood of memories this brings–I’ve always loved winter, because winter meant gathering as a family around the fire and it meant sledding adventures and it meant dad’s homemade hot chocolate and so much more! Wonderful post! Thank you so much for following my blog! 🙂

  5. I agree with all these compliments. This prose poem goes so deep into what family could mean, if families could stay pure and innocent. The images of the pure snow, the bouncing warriors, the adults watching from their safe, familiar, entrenched positions; these images evoke so many important archetypes, and say so much about what it means to be, rather than do! Thanks for sharing your memories, and your interpretations.

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