I was going through some old writing. In some ways I feel like I was better at it when I was younger. My grammar and spelling weren’t great, but I think I was better at communicating a message through description/imagery. This was something I wrote when I was 12 or 13. It’s always been an important memory for me, but I’m glad I wrote about it back then because there are some details I’ve forgotten. Thought I would share it – KEC

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“No Mouth”

It snowed Friday night. I woke up earliest Saturday morning. I put on a turtle neck, two sweatshirts, a big jacket, 2 pairs of jeans, 3 pairs of socks, a pink plaid hat with a fuzz ball on top, and some hiking boots all by myself. Then I waited patiently for somebody to wake up and put my gloves on so I could go outside. Baby Claire woke up my mom who said I had to wait for Danny or Nicole to take me out. She fixed me a breakfast of oatmeal in the meantime.

I began to wait by Charlie… I wound up falling asleep on her. She was always the best dog for a pillow.

I woke up back in my bed, my pink hat with the fuzz ball on top gone, and my jacket on top of my covers. Quickly, I put my jacket back on and asked my mom to put on my gloves. She had my pink hat too, and put it on my head before I ran out. Almost all the snow in our yard was gone. It had all been contributed to the massive snow man my brother and sister had made. All that was left was a thin layer of ice crystals. Charlie seemed to enjoy running through that one little layer, but it wasn’t enough for me. Heart broken, I went to my backyard. All it had was the rejected snow. The snow with dirt and dead leaves frozen in it. That was no fun. Baby Claire was with my dad sitting on the little wooden platform in our woods.

Dad must have seen I was upset; he had Nicole and Danny take little Claire to play with and told me we could make a little snowman on the railing of the little platform. The benches were covered with clean snow. And so, he made three snowballs in his big hands, and I stacked them. Then, I ran inside and asked my mom for a carrot for our baby snowman.

“I have just the thing,” she said, and pulled a baby carrot out of the fridge.

We put gumballs on for Baby Snowman’s eyes. Then we put the carrot in for the nose, and to twigs for the arms. I began to ask my dad about a mouth, but then I stopped myself. Baby Snowman was perfect, even with no mouth.