I remember the burning heat. I remember how your
skin would slowly burn off. I remember the extraneous flames going
through your body. This was a normal day in India, where it’s sunny all
year long, and I would rather feel a cool breeze rather than flames
growing on my skin.
Luckily, I was not in India. I was in New Hampshire. I, at age four, had
a magical experience. I got to play in the snow for the first time.
Since part of my early childhood was in India, I never really got to see
snow. Things would be different in the United States. White. Beautiful.
Soft. These were the best words I can use to describe the snow that
masked the ground instead of shadows. Myriad snowflakes flew across the
sky rather than excruciating heat rays zapping everyone in sight.
Being the young, energetic child I was, I dashed out the door. Admiring
the snow, my face instantly lit up. I felt the cold air race against my
skin. Heart beating like drums, I pranced through the soft snow that
would always break my falls. I made snow angels similar to the ones I
saw on my favorite cartoons. I jumped around carelessly because I knew
that the snow wouldn’t hurt me. I was a wild animal in the snow. Running
around aimlessly, just for fun. I could’ve played in the snow for hours,
days, weeks, months, and years. I wished it would never end.
Unfortunately, winter only lasts a few months. For this reason, I had to
enjoy this moment as much as I could. It could go away in the blink of
an eye, and I had to keep a grasp on it for as long as I can. Everything
was perfect... until the cold air started to settle on me.
Just like all good things, my fun in the snow came to an end. Body
freezing, I rushed back inside. If I spent a second more in the snow, I
would have become an ice sculpture. My face was bright red. I was worn
out, tired, exhausted, and freezing because I played in the snow for
such a long time. Despite being frozen, I didn’t care about the bad
moments. I remember the white all over the ground. I remember the snow
as soft as a pillow. This was a normal snow day in the USA. I choose to
think about being young, free, alive, and having the time of my life
instead of thinking about myself being tired, exhausted, and freezing. I
wouldn’t give up being young and free for the world. I still aim to be
as young, free, and alive as I can possibly be in the long time I have