Winter

Winter and I have sort of a love-hate relationship. I like the snow when it first comes down, but then it gets ugly and dirty. When the pretty white snow turns black and gross, that is when I start dreading winter. I, of course, like winter because that is the season when Christmas comes. My favorite memory of winter is when my dad and I used to sled down the hill in our backyard. I also have a bunch of memories of Christmas with my family at my grandparents house in Peru. There are just so many memories it is hard to put them all in writing. All and all I think that winter is okay, I am just glad I don’t live way up North where the winters are really harsh.