Childhood Memories- The Snowman
Growing up in the south the first 5 years of my life I never saw or played in snow before. It snowed good that year. The three of us got out in the snow and playded, made snow angels, and a rather large to me snowman.
When I came home from school I would see it in our yard a little ways back. At this time I walked to and from school alone since bio-mom had left.
One day I came home and the snowman had started melting. The dad asked me what I had done to the snowman to make it look like that. I was 5 and had never seen snow before. I didn’t understand it melted. I started crying that I didn’t do anything to it. It wasn’t my fault. I cried tears that day I was so upset.
I don’t recall if he told me how snow worked or not that day. There was no mother there to comfort me.