Snow

As my family grew from one to two and from two to three and then from three to four, my Mom and Dad were left to wonder some days what to do with all of us. Especially on snowy days. We had a bike or two and a trike or two just enough for each of us to ride them. In the summer time it is expected that we would be out riding the bikes and trikes but in the winter time wouldn't it be to snowy and wet? It had snowed about 6 inches overnight, that was almost to my knees and we, my sister and two younger brothers, wanted to go outside to play. Mom bundled us all up with our coats, hats, mittens and boots and sent us out into the white bliss that awaited us. We spent some time just jumping in it and running in it and throwing it and eating it. With our noses dripping and our cheeks a bright red we all decided it would be great to get out our bikes and ride. The bikes were all thrown together underneath the porch at the back of the house and a little frozen together. We got them apart and began to ride. The snow was wet and deep. After a few falls and slips from the two wheeled bikes we got used to the snow and began to gain speed. What we didn't expect was the snow to start sticking to our tires. Pretty soon after we had started we had inches of snow and dirt stuck to our tires. The back tires of the trikes just kept getting thicker and thicker because there was nothing to rub against to brush it off. The two wheeled bikes would get enough snow to touch the top of the forks and then it would scrape off. We spent hours riding those bikes in the cold and snow. My Mom thought that it was so ingenious she had to come out and take our picture. Content after the long day out in the snow we came in the house, dropped all of our wet coats, hats, mittens and boots on the floor and went up stairs to enjoy hot chocolate and marshmallows.