Personal Narrative Analysis

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For most children, seeing snow was is an extraordinary experience. But for a child who grew up in Denver Colorado, for three months’, snow was just another season that came and went every year. A season that my brother and I dreaded because my father would take us skiing every weekend in Vail, Colorado. While other children were having sleepovers and playdates my family was skiing. But one storm particularly stood out to me that will forever be burned in my memory.
My mother woke my brother and I up one early morning in December of 2006, telling us that “we need to get up and get ready to leave because there’s a storm coming in”. For a child who has been skiing since I was three, it had become a chore to go every weekend. But early that morning