First Snow

The first time I saw falling snow was in Nantes at Christmas, 2010. Stacey and I had been grocery shopping for Christmas Day at a big shopping centre.

When we came out laden with heavy shopping bags, it was snowing!

I was like a kid in a candy shop. I was putting out my tongue catching the snowflakes.

“ I love snow,” that was until one snowflake landed on one of my tooth fillings. “Ouch!”

I kept my mouth closed and sat in the bus shelter. It was getting colder. I was pleased to get on that bus out of the snow! When we arrived at our stop, Stacey warned me.

Too late! I slipped on the footpath. I don’t love snow!