My Vacation In The Snow It was cold and crunchy underneath my feet. Every step I took I sunk waist deep. I built a snowman and I slid down a hill, then got to ride in a snowmobile. I made a snow angel; it looked pretty nice, I liked it so much I did it twice. I built a snow fort. A place I could hide; it was big enough for two people inside. I'd jump on my tube and away I'd go, gliding over hills and valleys of snow. I began to get darker, some clouds filled the sky. The temperature dropped and flurries began to fly. As we were leaving, the flakes began to fall; they covered our footprints as if we hadn't been there at all. By Halie Ferguson, age 12, Choctaw, Oklahoma--2001