Memories with Snow

    A memory with snow. That's my topic and it's hard because I have so many different memories with snow. Good and bad.  In fact I don't think I can write about just one.  Then again maybe I can. I could talk about winter driving memories or I could talk about slipping on ice and falling on my face. However, I think I will talk about the first time I can remember ever ice skating with my family. More like my Dad. So here it goes.

    It was a cold winter night. I have no idea what month it was since I was like 5. My brothers were in scouts and my Dad was a scout leader. It was very dark and the world seemed to big for me to handle, let alone skate on the ice! Yet there I was with my ice skates on contemplating if I should even try. Some random scout leader that clearly knew who I was but I had no idea who he was. Was talking to my Dad and I. He was so tall. Taller than my Dad. I was scared out of my mind by him. So I just hid behind my Dad because at the time that was the obvious answer to everything. He said some encouraging words to me before patting my on the head and walking away. How did he see me! I was hiding. Right then and there was the moment of truth. So I asked my Dad where the fish went in the winter. Right as we stepped on the ice. Turned out the fish were under the ice. That was confusing because I thought the lake froze like an ice cube. So I wondered how deep it must be. All the time I was thinking I was also learning to skate. I think I fell a few times and held onto Dad as much as I could. I did get the hang of it sort of. It was cold though! After small amount of time of me failing on the ice and a large amount of time of my Dad dragging me in a sled. We went back to the group and got some good hot apple cider. Of course supplied by my Mom.