Everyday, every winter I was an eskimo. I rarely had the same name. Once I got to school I never told my friends that I was an eskimo. It was my winter secret.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
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Staring out the window I see the thick snow falling. The snowflakes are so big that I can almost see their patterns. This reminds me of when I was little, in the backseat, in my little jacket with the fur hood, looking out the window, pretending I was an eskimo. I thought about how this weather must be just like Alaska. I would want to open up the window and stick out my tongue. Fo-fur would just top my eyelashes. My jacket was brown and I stuck my hands into the furry pockets wishing I was in a dog sled. Thinking that maybe I would wake up and be in a dog-pulled sled.
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Aww! How cute. People know now though!
ReplyDeleteI like the picture. It's the most important part of the slice.
ReplyDeleteI like your description of the eskimo jacket (the picture is very helpful as well).
ReplyDeleteI really like the ending, and the picture is adorable!
ReplyDeleteYour picture adds a lot to the slice. I love it!
ReplyDeleteAdorable! I can totally picture little Sofie pretending to be an Eskimo girl, wrapped in furs and waiting for her dogs to pull her home on the sled :)
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