Elizabeth R.
I was Raised Right!
I was raised right.
I was raised by
A strong willed
Respect yourself
"Never give up"
Type of mother.
I was helped by
A Rockabilly
"Don't care what other people think."
"Put a record on already."
Type of sister.
I'm being raised by
A grammer loving
"God dammit! Get it right."
"Clean your room!"
"I love you."
Type of guy.
I was helped by
A tolerates others
"Don't bite my head off! Stay calm."
Type of best friend.
I was raised right.
I was raised by
A strong willed
Respect yourself
"Never give up"
Type of mother.
I was helped by
A Rockabilly
"Don't care what other people think."
"Put a record on already."
Type of sister.
I'm being raised by
A grammer loving
"God dammit! Get it right."
"Clean your room!"
"I love you."
Type of guy.
I was helped by
A tolerates others
"Don't bite my head off! Stay calm."
Type of best friend.
I was raised right.
Living in a Winter Wonderland.
I think that winter is the most beautiful season of all time. When it snows in some places you'll never be bored. When I was younger, we used to go to our cozy cabin in Twain Harte. I was always so excited to go, I shook with anticipation. As soon as we got there, I would get into my snow clothes and dart to the back porch (All of the cabins, whether they were quaint or mansion like, had no fence. They only have porches). I would flop down in the soft, powdery snow and begin to make snow angels. My dad would call me inside after about twenty minutes. I would shiver as he took of my ski pants. My underclothes would keep my at least a little warm.
After, I would settle into my soft blanket at about two in the afternoon, my dad fixed a steaming cup of hot chocolate. I would sit and watch movies for hours until dinner time. We would go to my favorite Chinese restaurant. There would always be a delicious, mouth-watering buffet. I would heap my plate with chow mein, steamed rice, orange chicken, and spring rolls (Yay for carbs!). But if the roads were closed, we would be forced to stay in, which wasn't all that bad. Dad would make garlic spaghetti and meatballs.
The next morning would be a struggle to get up at five in the morning for a small seven year old. We had to get up at seven in the morning to go to Dodge Ridge, our favorite ski place. I was on the Dodge Ridge D Team Racing squad. Practice lasted from seven in the morning to one in the afternoon. However, I did not leave at the end of practice. I had the job of taking the number seven chair lift to the upper Ski Patrol lodge where my dad worked. This was a much easier task for me than you might think. I can't remember ever not being familiar with the Dodge Ridge trails. It was very safe for me to go on my own because all of the lift chair workers on my route knew to look out for me at the same time every day. I would go up to my dad and he would have lunch waiting for me. He would take off and do his job as an emergency response worker, or just plain enforcing the rules of the resort as soon as I got there. I would sit and play cards with another emergency response member named Craig. At the end of the day, I would go down the mountain with a good portion of the Ski Patrol yelling, "Closing!" over and over telling all the skiers and snowboarders to get off the mountain. After my dad clocked out of his shift we would load in the car and go home to be ready for the next ski day.
It was always a shame to have to leave. That is why I love winter.
After, I would settle into my soft blanket at about two in the afternoon, my dad fixed a steaming cup of hot chocolate. I would sit and watch movies for hours until dinner time. We would go to my favorite Chinese restaurant. There would always be a delicious, mouth-watering buffet. I would heap my plate with chow mein, steamed rice, orange chicken, and spring rolls (Yay for carbs!). But if the roads were closed, we would be forced to stay in, which wasn't all that bad. Dad would make garlic spaghetti and meatballs.
The next morning would be a struggle to get up at five in the morning for a small seven year old. We had to get up at seven in the morning to go to Dodge Ridge, our favorite ski place. I was on the Dodge Ridge D Team Racing squad. Practice lasted from seven in the morning to one in the afternoon. However, I did not leave at the end of practice. I had the job of taking the number seven chair lift to the upper Ski Patrol lodge where my dad worked. This was a much easier task for me than you might think. I can't remember ever not being familiar with the Dodge Ridge trails. It was very safe for me to go on my own because all of the lift chair workers on my route knew to look out for me at the same time every day. I would go up to my dad and he would have lunch waiting for me. He would take off and do his job as an emergency response worker, or just plain enforcing the rules of the resort as soon as I got there. I would sit and play cards with another emergency response member named Craig. At the end of the day, I would go down the mountain with a good portion of the Ski Patrol yelling, "Closing!" over and over telling all the skiers and snowboarders to get off the mountain. After my dad clocked out of his shift we would load in the car and go home to be ready for the next ski day.
It was always a shame to have to leave. That is why I love winter.