Edmunds Elementary School - Burlington, Vermont
Alone
I
grab my green sled and carefully set it at the top of the hill.
The wind rushes past me like a pack of runners.
As I carefully place the sled on the sparkly white snow I think back to
when I had gone sledding last year. I
was zooming down the hill with my friend and all of a sudden I looked up to see
a tree. I shook myself trying to
wake up from that awful dream but a few seconds later I realized that it
wasn’t a dream. It was real.
Smack! I hit the tree like a hammer hitting a nail.
That’s why I’ve feared sledding for all of these years.
So this time I’ve gathered up all the courage I have and will try
sledding down the steep hill in my backyard.
With
that I plopped myself into my green sled. I
gave one little push and down the hill I went.
Soaring in the white, sparkly, welcoming snow was like sleeping on the
clouds. I was shivering in my red
fleece jacket. Why hadn’t I
listened to my mom about bundling up? All
I was wearing was my fleece jacket; two pitch black mittens and my warm blue
boots. I couldn’t move at all.
It felt like I was a piece of wood not even moving an inch.
I quickly tried to stop thinking about how cold I was and think about how
nice it would feel to be sitting in front of the blazing, red and orange
fireplace with a cup of warm hot chocolate in my bare and frozen hands.
I looked up from my sled to see a two-foot jump. Oh no, no, no, no! As I near closer to the jump I can barely what I think is a straight drop. I asked myself why I even wanted to try sledding down the hill. This is the worst day of my life. My only conclusion that came to me was to close my eyes and wait for it to be over. I couldn’t think of anything else so that’s what I did. I was two-feet away from the jump, I can’t think, just do it. I slammed my eyes shut, held on tight to the sled and waited. I felt my sled tilt as it approaches the jump. The sled lifts, I slightly open one eye to find myself past the jump with my hands still clenched on tight to the sleds handles. I had done it. As I near closer towards the end of the slope I got out and threw myself into the sparkly and fresh snow. The thought came back to me that I was still really, really cold. I had to get back inside fast or I would freeze to death. I jogged through the snow up to the front of the house with my in a ball under my mittens. I gazed back down at the end of the hill to see my sled lying there with no one to play with all alone. Whatever, I’m cold and I need to get inside. So I jogged back through the deep snow with a smile on my face. I was glad that I had tried sledding and thought about trying it again. I looked up but all I saw were white houses. It was my house that was the most white. Unlike the other houses my house was a huge snowflake.