Sledding On A Cold Short Story

There was a particular Friday in February the year I was in the third grade that had me out in the snow a little bit longer than I had intended. The bus ride home was prolonged due to all of the ice on the roads and I was pretty anxious to get inside where I knew there would be a set of warm pajamas waiting for me. When I finally reached my stop, unfortunately the last one on the route, I ran as fast as my snow boot clad feet could take me. However when I arrived at the front door of my home there didn't seem to be anyone there who wanted to let me in. I knocked and knocked but there was never an answer. Determined to get inside and somewhat in denial that this was happening to me, someone who just wanted to get to a nice mug of hot chocolate, I started my way to the back door.

It was a warm sunny summer afternoon, we were driving down a busy road when all of a suten my sister yelled,

In the California mountains of Big Bear on a medium-sized hill, feeling the cold freezing air brush against my long straighten ponytail as I looked below me, kids sledding down the small slopes. In the distance, I see my family waving to me and I hear them yelling in disagreement and warning of how high I was. However, the wind was muffling their words, and I did not care if they did not agree. I was going to do it no matter

I woke up and hoped my furnace was working and was ready to be put on full blast. It was a frigid cold day, the coldest it’s ever been. The weather man called for the temperature to be -59 degrees. I walked outside and the air made me feel like I couldn’t move. It was that cold.

In mid March much of the northeast was hit with a large snow storm named stella. fortunate enough for me being an avid snowmobile rider i was almost right in the middle of the storm receiving the greatest amount of snow. It started off like any other snow day, my brother and I got up early in the morning and shoveled snow and plowed it all day making sure we kept the amount of snow on our driveway less than eight inches. Once the storm finally ended my brother and I got out our snowmobiles and road with a couple of our friends all over. We rode all the way from Mount Pocono to Stroudsburg since we were under a state of emergency. My family friends and I all had our share of fun with this but we realized that we wanted to go to the snowmobile

Once we arrived at the mountain, I can remember feeling nothing but joy, not because I couldn't wait to go sledding, but because for 40 straight minutes we had to Indore my friend Sophia's older brother Danny yell "are we there yet", over and over and over, you would think that an 11-year-old would be more mature than that, but then again we were talking about the boy who spends his days playing video games in his dad's basement. As we stepped out of the car we all put our snow gear on, and headed up the mountain, caring are sleds behind us. The mountain was quite steep and it seemed with every step higher we got the more bone chilling it became but at least we have a magnificent 360 view of the glistening snow covered mountains. We were about

I decided I had to leave, and packed my bag with a hoodie, shirt, pants, match's, flashlight, dagger my mom gave me from my dad I never met, and a small book. Then I snuck down stairs and grabbed some food and water. Then left a note on the fridge for my mom saying

I was worried if I would ever come out successful with this job, shoveling the white cold powder that lay around me. Then I saw someone wearing a dark blue coat and navy snow pants coming toward me. It was Levi and he was here to help. The snow began to pile up even harder than it had had before, and me and Levi were getting tired. Even though we were third we kept on going. Finally we finished the job!

I started walking off in the opposite direction. It was about 9:47 and I needed a drink. A strong one. I almost lost control of my emotions earlier. I never get like that. I don't even allow myself to feel

Their house was on a large hill, so the driveway had a long downhill slope, making it extremely icy in the winter weather. This wasn’t the best for driving, but it was absolutely fantastic for sledding. Every year that the driveway iced over, Lauri’s parents would get out the sleds. Lauri and her siblings invited a couple of their friends over to sled down the massive hill, and that’s where my sister and I came in. We all took turns going down the hill, and afterwards we were driven back up to the top by Lauri’s dad with his truck or by her oldest brother in his four-wheeler. One year, Lauri’s older brother connected a sled to the back of his four-wheeler with a rope and towed me and Lauri around the snow-covered yard. We made sure to shield our faces with scarves to protect them from the stinging cold winds, but our sled wiped out into snow piles a couple of times when he took turns too

“Are we there yet are we there yet?” My brother screamed into my ear. I turned around half awake and quickly said “no”. For some reason I was completely freezing and I looked out my window and saw snow. Finally the little cogs in my brain started turning and I realized that I was in Lake Tahoe. My family takes a trip to Lake Tahoe every winter and we were almost there. My brother turning five this year it would probably be the first trip he remembers. What seemed like an eternity later we finally arrived at our hotel. Just like every 10 year old I was pretending to be asleep when we arrived so my dad would carry me into our room. Unfortunately it was about -100000 degrees and I was only wearing a pair of pants and short sleeves. My dad was carrying me for so long I actually fell asleep and then awoke the next day.

I heard a soft whooshing sound as my skis slid across the soft powdered snow, which glistened in the winter sun. I felt practically no wind and it was the perfect temperature to prevent both slush, all in all the conditions were perfect for a day of skiing with my family. I was accompanied by my mom, uncle, and about 8 cousins. We had all woken up at the crack of dawn and began the hour and a half journey to Mount Sunapee, which for us is the prime skiing location. About eight at the time i had only been skiing for about two years and i was still very weary of my skiing skills and i often fell. Today though was going well, i had not fallen once and i was getting into the groove. I had a few close calls but i began to grow confidence in myself

“I was scared, and not knowing what I would’ve done if I ever were to get caught in one was even scarier.” It was a cold December morning in 2013. It was around 5:00 am and all through the night it dumped a great amount of snow in the mountains. I had been watching the forecast for a few days, and I knew that this Saturday was going to be one for the books. I had been waiting ever since I was a little kid to go snowmobiling with my dad and his friends.

My mother Deidre was texting me and my brothers about us going to a animal shelter to get a new doggy! Deidre walked through the door that was connected from the garage. Set her back that has her computer and papers for work on the ground. She called us down and through the garage. I walked over to the car excitedly and sat down in the back seat.

It was a dark and stormy winter night in Maine. My husband and I were just sitting in our living room in our old farm house just getting back from New York from visiting our oldest son and his family, while watching the news. A news report came on and said a 12 year old girl and her mother were just in a really bad car accident, on an old back road on there way home. They were just airlifted to the nearest hospital not knowing if either of them will survive.