Daydream Believer

xiii. means kids and magic snowmen

xiii. mean kids and magic snowmen

Recess. It was the closest thing we had to playtime. We could also play with kids from other classes, which was why Aaron and I liked it. The big kids were there too. Most of the time they left us alone. Sometimes Rebecca and Robin would come over to talk to Justin. Most of the time it was just us though.

One day Aaron and I were waiting for recess when little white flurries started falling from the sky. "Aaron, look," I said.

"It's snowing!" he shouted. "It's snowing, it's snowing!"

I smiled. This was going to be so much fun during recess. I looked at the clock. Recess was in ten minutes. I didn't want to wait that long. What if it stopped snowing in the next ten minutes?

Ten minutes normally took a long time, but the minute hand on the clock seemed to move even slower when we were waiting for recess. Finally, Mrs. Smith let us go. Aaron and I ran outside. Justin's class was already there. Justin was sitting on the swings reading a book.

"Hi Justin," I said.

"Hi McKenna," he said.

"Why aren't you playing in the snow?" Aaron asked.

"I don't feel like it," Justin said.

"You're no fun," Aaron said. "Come on McKenna. I want to build a snowman."

"Okay," I said. We walked through the snow and found a big pile of snow. I grabbed a big handful and so did Aaron. I tried to make it into a snowball, but it fell apart. Oh well. We could still build a snowman.

I rolled the snow into a big ball. Aaron made another big ball to go on top. I made a little ball to go on top of that.

"Look," Aaron said. "He kind of looks like a snowman now."

I poked two little eyes and a smile into the snowman. Then, I took off my hat and put it on top. "Now he really looks like a snowman," I said.

Aaron smiled. "He looks nice."

"Yeah, he does."

I saw the big fifth graders coming towards us. They were smiling and laughing, so I figured they liked our snowman too. "Hey look," one of them said. "It's the little kids' snowman."

"Let's take it down!" another one said.

The big fifth graders ran towards our snowman. They took off the head and threw it at Aaron. Then they stomped on the body like Bronto stomped on Noah's cars. They walked away, still laughing. Aaron got up and brushed the snow off of his coat. He was crying. "We worked so hard on that!" he said.

"It's okay," I said. "We'll build another one tomorrow."

"That sounds fun," Aaron said, wiping his eyes.

"Do you think we should tell the teacher?" I asked.

"No, it's fine," Aaron said. "Maybe our snowman will come back. Like Frosty."

"Just like Frosty," I said.

The teachers called us in. I was sort of sad that our snowman was gone, but sort of happy. Frosty the Snowman was real.