Blowing out smoke and nose is red

I rarely wake up mornings.

But lately mornings are different.

Winter arrive at my home town carrying all

those lovely feelings and memories. I miss waking up going to school wearing cloth over cloth

to feel warm and still its cold. Jumping into the car turning the heater on.

Attending classes and my eyes running throw the window curtains hoping it will rain.

And wheneverit does we beg our teacher to allow us to see it. Running in the hallway out to the

play ground.I can see all the smiles on my mates faces. Smell the fresh air wonderful.

" I Love Winters" they bring a lot of joy and happiness into person life.

I miss being kidoo I wish I never grown up.