Winter Stuff And Head To Our Rooms example essay topic

6: 02 a. m., Saturday morning. It's early but my eyes crack open slightly and I roll underneath my covers. I stretch my arms and legs, making loud groans as my body twists and turns. Half awake, my legs drag me to the window and I pull up the shades. Blinded by the morning light, my fingers feel for the window locks and unlock them.

As Pull open the window the cold, winter air fills my room. I shiver, hugging myself to hold in the warmth. My eyes finally adjust and a smile creeps across my face. Winter's firsts now has arrived. I take one last whiff of the morning air and shut my window gently.

Everyone is still sleeping, enjoying the comforting warmth of their beds. However, I am wide awake and excited. Slowly, I strip off my pajamas and pull on a first layer of clothing. Heading to the kitchen, I start my parents' coffee and slide a tray of biscuits into the oven.

Itwon't be long before everyone is awake. Lightly tiptoeing to the closet and opening the door soundlessly, I rummage through the mess. At last I spot the bag. All the way in the back closet it sits and has been sitting since last winter.

I notice my mother as usual, has clearly labeled the outside "Winter Stuff" and folded all the contents. With a bit of excitement, I tip the bag upside down letting the insides pile onto the floor. Sorting through the items one by one, I separate them into each family member's belongings. The smell of biscuits has filled the kitchen and is slowly making its way to the bedrooms.

It won't be much longer now. A rustling sounds from my parents' room and then a creak from the bed. A single grunt escapes my dad's mouth and his footsteps begin. Scratching his head, he enters the kitchen. He notices the biscuits and the mess I've made on the floor.

He chuckles softly and smiles at me. One by one they wake up and enter the kitchen looking slightly dazed and confused. They catch a glimpse of what I have started and they all smile immediately. This isn't just my favorite family tradition. My little brother and sister run towards the window and stare out in awe. They giggle excitedly and high-five each other.

After eating our breakfast, each of us grab our pile of "Winter Stuff" and head to our rooms to change. My dad hollers, "Are you guys ready yet?" and we all sprint as fast as we can towards the front door nearly knocking each other over. Everyone is bundled up like marshmallows and can barely move. As we all take a step onto the porch outside, we gasp when the cold air hits our faces. We keep moving anyway and begin our journey into the backyard. This year the snow is up to my knees and it's still lightly coming down.

I catch some snowflakes on my tongue until it " stop cold to take anymore. My brother throws a snowball and almost hits me. I retaliate and hit his arm. He runs towards me but trips in the snow and falls, giving himself a white-wash.

We all laugh. Finally, my dad decides", Right here is perfect!" and we all get into position. One by one we fall back into the snow, flailing our arms and legs in an up and down, side to side motion. Making sure all the areas are clearly indented and firmly packed, everybody gets up carefully and looks at the snow angel they have just created. My dad takes out the bottles of cold, colored water he has made and we all begin to decorate our angels. I stop decorating for a while and look at my family.

They all are laughing and smiling. Each and everyone of us is free from stress and worry for this single moment. I smile to myself and realize this is exactly where I want to be and how I want to feel forever.