The teen boy blew onto his hands as he wandered the snowstorm that was tormenting the large city that sat on a mountainside. As he reached one of the walls of the city he found himself reminded of his past back when he was a child...he remembered coming to this very wall with his mother to peer down at the forest below while they ate their lunch.
The memory shifted into his mind as he rubbed his cold hands and pulled his jacket over himself to keep himself warm. ''Mommy! You gonna get bunches of hair all over our food!'' the five year old boy squeaked playfully as his mother cut his hair as it was growing long while they sat at picnic blanket they had laid out. ''Just trust me Felix'' the mother soothed. ''There! All done, Felix now go play for a bit,its nice out'' the mother chirped as she ruffled her son's smoky brown hair lovingly....
The rest of memory was torn from the boy as a strong frosty wind blasted him out of his train of thought. ''Curses it's cold'' he muttered rubbing his hands together which were only protected by torn gloves that were missing a couple of fingers on each hand. From his pocket of his old jacket , he pulled out a pair of rusty scissors and began using a frozen puddle as a mirror and began to cut his hair with his mother's rusty scissors.
