I love to play in the freezing smooth snow in the winter. I remember going outside with my purple mittens and blue silky hat. And seeing the patterns in the snowflakes, as they fall on my cold nose. I start to have a stinging sensation as I smell the frosty air. I imagine myself gracefully flying on thick fluffy clouds as the snow plummets on my head that's my exciting place that's where I feel safe. I hear the snapping sound of my red shoes, stepping on the old buried flowers from my garden. I feel the bitter cold icicles tumble down onto my arm, and disintegrate.