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I looked up. Never in my life had I seen something so beautiful! The stuff was cold, but each flake had its own unique shape. It piled up, but laying in it gave deffinition to a whole new world of comfortable. Touching it sent chills down my arms and legs. I even bent down to taste it, but it didn't really taste like anything. I wadded it up into a ball, tossing it up into the air and catching it. Some of my friends say that it's called "Mo" and the others say their mommies and daddies call it something else. The mysterious white stuff amazed me! All I wanted to do was stay outside all day long and play in it. I loved the stuff! I wonder what the stuff's reall name is? I can't ride my bike through it, or I'll slip and fall. I have to wear a big coat because if I don't, I will freeze. Mommy says that I could get hypo-fer-mia if I play too long outside, but I promised her that I wouldn't be too long.

"Mommy, what's the white stuff called?" I asked pleadingly.

"It's called snow, dear." She replied.

Snow. The cold white stuff all over the ground! Or like clouds! Except Ricky, from next door, says that you would fall straight through a cloud. So, I asked him if he has ever tried. He said no, but that he knew someone who did. But I didn't care. I just loved the snow. Snow was the best toy I could ever have. It made perfect sense. Then I went outside to play some more.