As a kid my friend Ellis loved the snow, she loved the soft, lace-like snowflakes that come down like little angels from the heavens to touch her rosy cheeks. She loved the characters she could sculpt for herself and talk to when her friends didn't want to hear about her day. She loved the games her brother would play with her in the snow he'd never admit to infront of his friends but even little Ellis could tell he loved nearly as much as her. As she grew older and the pressure of society pulled her away from the snow friends, angels fairies, and games she could feel the pull towards the snow stronger than any pull she had to anything. Instead of playing in the front yard, where the plows racked up the most snow she played silently in the back with patches of dormant grass where she borrowed it's icy blanket. When she went to school she didn't do snow angels in the school yard even though she knew it'd be the purest happiness she could get out of school because her friends would laugh at her and the boy she had her eye on would scrunch up his freckled nose and pull his dark eyebrows into a look she hadn't gotten when she was littler.
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Events That Require Documentation
RandomThere are events that happen in my life that should live forever. I hope this will give you hope and help you understand life a bit better.
