There was a fresh coat of snow on the ground, it was a perfect thirty degrees outside, and white fluffy flakes were falling down from heaven. “A perfect day to be outside,” I thought to myself. But I was stuck in math class at school making a dream house on a big piece of paper. My hand hurt from making lines with a ruler for so long and I couldn’t keep myself from looking outside at the fresh flakes of snow every two seconds. “I think these teachers are trying to torture us making us doing boring dream houses when it’s such a perfect day outside,” I thought angrily. When all of a sudden someone said “Henry.”
“Whaaaaaat,” I replied in a droopy voice. Then I looked up and saw my parents looking down at me with stern faces. “Oops” I apologized.
Mom said, “You're doing great honey.” And as she said that I wiped out. I was impressed with myself when I made it to the bottom of the hill without failing to often and totally hurting myself.
I asked my Mom, “Can we go on a hill with Dad and Eli now?”
“Sure, if you're ready,” she agreed. We meet up with Dad and Eli and I asked “Could we go on the halfpipe?”
“Whatever you and Eli want to do,” my Mom responded.
“Well we want to go on the halfpipe,” Eli and I answered.
“Well than it’s settled,” Mom pronounced. On the halfpipe we just swerved through since we weren’t good enough to drop down into it. Our Dad on the other hand thought he was good enough so he dropped down into the halfpipe but ended face planting and when he got up his glasses were full of snow! We all laughed at him and I almost started crying because it was so funny. “I guess Dad wasn’t good enough, he he he,” I thought