I'll be a 9 year old girl at heart forever.

Walking down Bascom i couldn't help myself when i saw an area perfectly blanketed by fluffy white snow. Manju and Mr McKim held my backpack as I made a mad dash for the tree and back through the knee deep freshly fallen snow. With the finish line in sight i couldn't pick my legs high enough by the end and came tumbling down face first. No worries. A nice roll over and pretty snow angel made the moment perfect.