This I Believe

Elizabeth - Bethesda, Maryland
Entered on December 10, 2007
Age Group: 18 - 30
Themes: pleasure
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Snow days can be so magical for anyone, especially for children. I believe that snow days are the best things that can happen to a child. They get to partake in what has been made the night before and are able to build their heart’s desire, whatever it may be, using their imagination. When building their first, or three hundredth snowman, they have to decide what size they want the head to be along with all the other parts. Their brains then get to thinking of what they need to do to build the creature. When I was younger, on snow days I always made snow punch. I used my math skills that I had learned the day before and had to mix the right amount of snow, ice, and fruit punch to get not only the best texture but the best taste. You never want it to be too fruity or too snowy or too icy. I believe that it has to be perfect. Snow days also give those hard working students a glimpse of what magical things can happen and can give them a stress free day for once in their precious lives. They are reminded that there are good things that happen in life. You can always see the joy on their faces when they find out that they have no school. There is nothing else that can make them happier, unless of course you tell them that they are going to live at Disneyland with all of their friends for the rest of their lives.

The schedule of a snow day is a very packed day. It all starts with the rushing to the window to see what has truly happened. You are then forced by the parent who is home to eat real food which is shoveled into the “not hungry” mouths. There is a rushing and clattering noise from within the house to find all of the clothing needed to stay warm. In my house there was also the occasional yelling from the basement to a parent upstairs as to where something was. When the ten minutes for dressing and calling friends to get them outside are coming to an end, the dreams begin. No matter how the day the day goes by, busy or not, the joy that that snow day gives them will be with them for the rest of their lives.