It was that time of year again when everything turned to a brown orange and yellow red. The world was full colors and I was trapped in the time of the year. I am not an average person once a year I become someone else. Not the person I want to be but I have no choice. I become like the world all different colors but mine are emotions and then I begin to change my appearance.
It was late october and I was about five years old playing outside with my friends when all the sudden they started yelling and running away. Then a sharp surging being shot through my body and then I dropped.
For three weeks I was in ICU. None of my friends would talk to the cops let alone their own parents. And the doctors were not sure if I was going to wake up. The three weeks that my parents waited were the longest three weeks of their lives. When I woke they rejoiced and celebrated but I wasn't all better I could feel the change that had started as soon as I woke up.
I was always cold better could never tell unless someone said that I was ice cold and I became very pail. The doctors said that it was how I was going to be for a while until my body was back to normal. Whatever that meant. All I knew was that my life would never be same. I would always be the pail cold kid when late Autumn came and I would always run to the mountain at the edge of town. And when I got to my home in the mountain it was ready for what I needed it for.
The tools on the counter the ingredients in the ground I begin to work with what my boss left me when she left the air becoming colder and the air becoming drier. My job is almost complete just a few more ingredients and my work is done but I’m still in charge all season.
The snow begins to fall and now my job is done as I walk home in the perfect first snow of the year I learn my importance in the world and why my changing time is the best time of the year .