**I wrote this when I was 7 (rewritten a little since I’m 10 now). It’s based on the pictures you will see after you read the story. Hope it makes you feel good!**
On a snowy afternoon in February, my sister and I decided to make a snowman. We rolled 3 balls of snow and stacked them, the biggest being on the bottom, of course. Then, we gathered up all the supplies we needed to decorate him.
Sticks for the arms? Check.
Rocks for the eyes? Check.
A hat for the head? Check.
A scarf? No, but he didn’t want one.
A stick from a pine tree for the mouth? Check.
We hung out with our Snowman all day. He watched us roll around, he watched us sled, have a snowball fight and climb trees. At the end of the day, we gave him a hug, said goodbye and went inside.
So, what makes this snowman so special? You may thinking…he doesn’t talk, he doesn’t walk, he isn’t perfectly stacked, he’s not very big, and he can’t sing or dance like Frosty. So, again, why is this snowman so special, Kinley?
This is the Special Snowman because I made him with my sister. That’s why.