Childhood

When I was a child I would wait for the first fresh snow to cover the forest floor.
I grew up in Maryland and loved the crisp winter air and snow flakes that melted on my cold red cheeks.
My dad would insist upon us taking a walk through the thick wooded area across the street.
Excitement grew in my body as I dashed around the house. I needed my warm jeans and cozy long sleeved shirt.
My mom would help me into my pink puffy snow outfit and little snow boots. I looked like a little snow angel my dad would say. I thought I just looked like a marshmallow but my dad saw me as his little girl and I was always his angel puffy pants or not.
Jumping off of the front stoop and into the snow was my favorite part. I loved the crunchy feeling under my boots.
We always took the same little path through the woods.
As a child my dad was my hero and no matter how old I get and where I move to he still will be.
We strode along daddy's little angel and little girl's hero.
What a team we made.
Stomping through the snow and looking at the tracks of deer who had scampered deep into the woods.
I always tried to tip toe slowly in hopes to see a deer but I guess my excitement got the best of me and I always ran full speed ahead leaving little chance of seeing the deer.
My dad told me stories of when he was a kid and I told him everything I knew about myself.
Here, deep in the woods,
On these snowy winter days,
A great bond was formed between my dad and I,
I owe it all to the graceful snowflakes

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