Personal Narrative On Elemen

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As soon as I stepped outside my house, I felt as if Elsa just slapped me in the face. I had only been outside for 5 seconds and I think I already have frostbite. But I was not going back inside because I had just won the argument with my dad that I don't need a bigger coat, a hat or gloves. I told him that my sweatshirt was ample. He gave me a disdained look when I said that to him, but whatever. I continued to walk, listening to the satisfying sound of crunching snow under my feet. When I reached the end of the front yard, I looked back and saw my dad looking through the frosted window. He looked as if he was going to pulverize me, so I started walking down the street to school. My mind drifted back to better times when my mom was still alive.