It was the first day that it snowed this year.  As soon as I got out of school I went to Franklin Park with my dad. When we got there only a few skiiers had been there. It looked like we were on the moon because there were no footprints and everything was white. We walked over to the tennis courts by the big field and tried to play tennis with snowballs and our hands. It didn't work very well. After that we shook some trees that were looking heavy with snow. I tried to shake one on my dad, but he dodged it. Snow was raining on us even though it wasn't snowing. On the way back we traced letters in the snow with our feet by shuffling toe to heel. When we got home we were so cold we had to sit under blankets and drink hot chocolate. I wish I could do that again.

--Max, age 9