by
Robyn
y special place is the fluffy, white, wintery snow. I heard the laughter of people and the birds chirping, girls giggling,and boys talking about football. I scooped up some snow and I slowly moved it toward my mouth. Then I took a bite of the snow. It tasted like a salt and water smoothie. My teeth were cold, so I went inside and made some hot chocolate and sat in front of the fireplace. It was a wonderful place to be.
The End
Story by: Robyn, age 10
