I have decided it takes to long to write a book so short stories are the way to go , here is my first attempt :
THE FIRST TIME I SAW SNOW
I was just your typical awkward teen. I had a mum and a dad at home along with an older brother two dogs a cat a rabbit and a fish just your typical 70’s family. My mum was not really the out doors type, well not the snow outdoors type anyway, so when the social club at her work organized a trip to the snow I was going whether she did or not. Turns out it was the latter but as an unaccompanied minor of sorts on a bus trip meant my older teen neighbor Jules, got to chaperone and come as well.
So on the day I awoke bursting with enthusiastic joy to finally be going to see smell and touch snow, glorious white fluffy cloud like wonder from my childhood, finally we shall meet.
I got dressed, I put on my undies my training bra ,I wonder why they call them that and do they come with treats ! any way, my singlet a pair of tights a long sleeved spencer a high necked skivvy a t shirt two pairs of socks a jumper a pair of jeans a coat a hat a scarf and a pair of gumboots! Ready
After getting mum up and behind the wheel we arrived at the designated meeting place, kisses good bye promises of being good along with warnings not to embarrass, I promised as I waved good bye. I entered the bus armed with my thermos of coffee, sandwiches and fruit only to see that the golden seats were wide open and available, the back of the bus, fools I thought as I claimed my spot. I sat there watching the bus fill up with some familiar faces and some strangers The mid section came armed with esky’s so they got happier the closer we got. The only issue I had with them was the fact that the driver had to pull over every 20 minutes while the mid section filed off and lined the edge of the road to empty the copious amount of beer they had thus far consumed. Don’t they know I’m going to need every second I can get in the snow! We had a fun time with the back of the bus folk as some gave a running commentary of the goings on of the mid and front sections. Finally we arrived and after reaching the car park at the bottom of the mountain I was finally here at the snow, excitedly I jump from the bottom step of the bus, I arrived on ground zero, no immediate snow I scan the edge of the car park and spot it I am beyond excited but there is something wrong I am roasting hot, my brain tries to compute this complete blind side and I decide to retreat to the bus to remove some un needed layers.
I then join Jules and some guys from the bus and at long last I pick up snow, it is cold it is not the cotton like fluffiness I was expecting but it has fun written all over it . We intend to walk the road like many others up to the top of the mountain, but snow covers the ground down a small hill and up the other side as far as the eye can see, I want to dive in it and then I remembered the garbage bags we brought So we lay some out and push each other down the hill I’m so excited as I lay a bag down and sit on it I’m so excited that I forget to hold the bag and when I’m pushed off slide quickly to the bottom laughing and loving life in that moment. In the next moment however I start to feel the damp quickly getting wetter by the second. I leapt to my feet look back up the hill and see the bag still siting there and hysterical laughter echoing around me.
flat on my posterior by a blisteringly fast snow ball unfortunately in the center of that snow ball was a solid block of ice, I wonder why this is considered fun as my eye and the side of my face are starting to hurt more each second . After being lifted back to my feet and I begin to try to focus, I see the look on every ones faces and I then realize I am only seeing from one eye I lifted my hand and felt the swollen closed eye which is apparently turning blacker by the moment. The up side and there always is one, is the fact it is the best black eye any one has ever seen. I am starting to feel some what defeated at this stage and I have only been here for 30 minutes ,yes only 30 minutes ,so we head back to the bus for some coffee regroup and tackle this again. As we approached the bus we could see something running down the stairs forming a puddle on he ground, we followed the trail to the back of the bus and my bag and my leaking thermos, really, no ! it is seriously empty and back then there were no cafés there was nothing but a car park. after 10 minutes two dissprin and a sit down ,we decide I am able to attempt the walk up the mountain and we set off .The road is two continues line of cars one going up and the other going down, there are many people walking on the shoulder of the road as well. The traffic moves only marginally faster than walking so there is fun in the air as the comedic souls call out and chat with each other .I hear a motor bike come up behind us and as I turn and look the traffic stops and he offers me a lift I do not hesitate and climb on the back I tell Jules ill see her at the top as we slowly pull away. I am over joyed as I am a motor bike lover I relies this is a sympathy lift for the best black eye ever but is the best thing that’s happened so far and then I felt that familure cold whomp on my head over and over, we were under attach by car on the way down they laughed as they bombarded unsuspecting walkers and cars with their windows down with a supply of pre made snowballs.
We pulled to the side and cleared the snow from the bike and ourselves we are both on the same page and start scooping up snow making ammunition when we have enough we turn around we start heading back the down the hill gliding past cars until we see them I almost burst into laughter at the thought of the pending ambush we are about to unleash we are urged on by onlookers who pick up on our revenge and then the traffic stops we silently pull up on the out side of the car to open windows, we stop and unleash a wholey white hell of retribution they are completely taken by surprise it was quick and fast and hysterical. I can’t believe we were able to unload so many so fast and then simply rolled away .We cheer and we are cheered as we weave our way back to the car park .
I was now completely drenched head to toe my left eye was not only getting darker by the minute but also swelling fast. I was done I thanked my knight on two wheels and I headed to that glorious back of the bus, I laid on that back seat and waited for the time to leave. I summarized my day as the pain and throbing increased ,I nearly gave myself heat stroke then hypothermia, possibly dehydration along with a black eye that I can’t see out of with possible retina damage , my head aches and so does my face , I did not get to see the actual snow fields or the top of the mountain ,all in all I’d say the first time I saw snow was a slight let down really .I’m old now and as I sit here and recall that day I realize that day ,was my only ever visit to the snow .
Quite Frankly I’m a little afraid to go back ……………………..