Finding the True Facts in Life

The Snow Storm

   Where I come from, that is where I grew up, is a warm area on earth, so I was never given the opportunity to see the wonderful white light precipitation, commonly referred to as snow.
  When my friend Michael learned of this he was utterly appalled. Michael had come from a colder area of this earth, where the phenomenon of snow is a common occurrence. He then invited me to go with him to his hometown over the winter holiday known as Christmas, a time of year when the college he attended allowed him a period of rest to go home and enjoy the holiday.
  I was not sure at first about going along with Michael to his family's house, usually over Christmas I went to visit my parents, and to lie on the rug that is square in shape and blue in color for many seconds at a time, but Michael convinced me that witnessing snow would be a much more exciting and fulfilling experience.
  I then informed my parents that I would be absent for this coming Christmas and all of its festivities. I asked them to give my love to all of the family and to the rug in the living room, as well as leaving a note for Santa Claus to let him know to leave my presents with my parents and I would pick them up on a later date. Then Michael and I began our journey heading in a northerly direction.
  The journey on the road lasted 63,363 seconds spread out nearly evenly between two days. As we neared our final destination I bundled up in a coat that I had purchased prior to our departure.
  Michael chuckled, "It is not that cold!" he said.
  "Says you." said I, "You are accustomed to such weather."
   When we arrived we clambered out of the vehicle.
  "So what does the temperature feel like out here?" Michael asked me with a smirk.
  "I do not know." I then replied, "There is no temperature gauge, commonly known as a thermometer for me to cast my eyes upon and observe."
  "Well," began Michael, "how does it compare to what you are familiar with?"
  "I do not know." I then repeated, "My temperature detecting abilities have been slightly distorted due to my coldness deterring device, commonly know as a coat."
  "Exactly!" Michael exclaimed, "It is not very cold out here! You should shed that coat, and enjoy the nice cool air!"
  "I will stick to staying warm, thank you very much." I said and the conversation was dropped.
   At around that moment in time, Michael's parents came out to greet us. Michael introduced us all, and they gave me a very warm welcome, so warm in fact, I nearly could have removed my coat. Nearly, but not quite.
   Upon entering the house I was delighted to see that they too also had a rug in their living room. Their rug was rectangular in shape and red in color, and although it was not my rug it was still a rug that I could lie on, and I was excited. After we got ourselves settled in and situated, Michael told everyone that I had never seen snow before.
  Then his mother or his father, (I forget which one, but it was one of his parents) said, "Well hopefully it will snow while you are here, Tom."
  "How do you know this?" I then asked, "Are you some sort of fortune teller? And will it really truly snow in a hopeful manner? Or did you mean that the snow will be full of hope?" At this point in the earth's revolution, its spinning on its axis that is, everyone present seemed confused.
  Michael whispered to me, "All she meant was that she hopes it will snow while you are here." he said.
  "Oh, I comprehend now." I said, and that is what was said, and now I remember which parent was doing the saying, it was Michael's mother, I am glad that I recalled that, it was bothering me.
  Anyways, that night I slept on the rug that was rectangular in shape, and red in color, and in the morning I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw the soft fluffy stuff itself! It was snow and it was everywhere! I was intrigued with how it slowly sailed through the sky before landing softly upon the ground, it was mesmerizing!
   Then I yelled with glee, "Michael! Mr. and Mrs. Michael's parents! Come quickly, have a look-see! It's SNOWING!"
  They all rushed out to see why I was causing such a commotion, and I begged and pleaded with them until they were finally persuaded, into allowing me to go outside and do snowy stuff. We built snowmen, four of them, one was named Michael, another one Mr. Michael's Dad, the other one, Mrs. Michael's Mother. and the last one, Thompson Higglebottom, and if it is not yet apparently obvious, we named them after ourselves, which I know may seem a vain and conceited action, but that is what we did.
  Michael and his parents then showed me how to make snowballs and how to throw them at people, and we also made snow angels in the snow, and we sledded down the hill, which was a really very steep hilly sort of hill.
   It was all very exciting and now that I look back on it with retrospective hindsight, I am very extremely glad that I decided to go with Michael instead of going home to see my parents and my rug, Michael's house was much more fun with the snow and all. It was just stupendously fun! And that concludes this little chapter in my life, but again as stated previously at the end of the preceding chapter it is not the end of my life's story.