Snow.

   Snow is either truly amazing or simply horrible.
   I have mixed feelings about snow. I mean it's England. It's nice to have a change from the rain that appears every time you 'look perfect' but instead you turn out to look like drowned cat, but snow is like rain's evil twin.
   It disguises itself as a cute, little pom-pom type sheep falling from the sky; it's worse than what it appears. Not only is it cold, when it sticks to you it melts. This causes me and about 87% of others to get to the brink of body parts detaching themselves due to how cold we could actually get.
   The lucky 13%. These are the people who are sensible enough to wear multiple pairs of underwear, tops, trousers, jumpers, jackets and socks. They then waltz around like a hot water bottle with legs, arms and slightly visible heads.
    As a young child, snow is this new creation, a lot like discovering glitter for the first time. - It's the same troubles as well clearing up after that day of "fun" creations, there's always glitter or lumps of snow on the floor. My mother had to endure those painful and probably tedious days, I'm sure your mother or father did also. - I used to be out in the cold as these tiny flakes floated and drifted down to my frozen, red cheeks, my mouth open as wide as possible to give me the best advantage of catching them. Normally they went into my eyes causing me to be blind. - We've all been at the point of fearing for their sight. This is mine, happening multiple times.
   Snowball fights are honestly the most painful, evil but slightly amusing experience to-date. Getting hit with a 'light ball of snow' is one thing; getting a lump of 'hard snow' in the face is another. Throwing it at someone you dislike, amazing. - Or a friend if it's a body hit. - The odd challenge and banter within a snowball fight is fun, until you are getting chased by your older brother, rugby tackled and getting snow repeatedly poured down the back of your top... causing you to look like the next walking corpse. - Not actually be one, just look like one.

   Hidden ice can be seriously fun, once discovered, or just plain horrific. Seeing your friends slip on ice is possibly amusing but when it happens to me, more than once, I feel like throwing a wellington at whoever may find the incident remotely funny. This seemed to happen to me four times in a row, in front of my friends dad and landed on my bum, the tedious thing was... I was standing still when I slipped... four times. Discovering ice and not slipping over makes me feel like the next ice skating champion. - I wouldn't appear it, I would most likely look like a monkey on skates, that's how graceful I actually am.
    I don't quite know what I feel about snow, just yet. I probably sound like a version of scrooge who hates anything cold and wet, that's just me though. Being cold isn't fun but what do you think about it? I'm sure plenty of you will disagree with me and all the points I've made, had more exciting things happen or even waiting for someone to use snow as the next violent, free weapon on offer. Hopefully you are the one to get all those 'snow abusing' people back. Have fun. I know I will, indoors.
~ Soph.