I’ve always loved the snow. I’ve spent hours admiring its sparkle and purity. Going to the mountains was always a time of peace in my family. We all loved it; it brought us together. The smell of the mountain air and the trials of learning to snowboard and ski. My brother held my hands as I tried to balance down bunny hill. the condo we shared with friends. Every year, we came back. The weather would change and even the people sometimes, but the feeling stayed the same. The anticipation of the drive and the excitement of the first morning. The only times we were happy to wake up early were those mornings, that week, that place. Bruises from falling but we were still smiling. The sparkle in my young innocent eyes matched the sparkle in the snow. I think about these moments often, I breath in and smell the fresh air and the coldness on my cheeks.

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