Kealan Sojack- 3/20/2010
In December of this past winter break I went to Ontario to visit my cousins. The second night I was there my cousin Chris and I went to his friend's house who lived in a wooded area where we could get away from the noise of Toronto. When we got there we got suited up in snow pants and coats and headed outside with his dogs. As his house faded into the whiteness of the snow flurry we walked alongside a narrow river with chunks of ice floating down it. I don't know why seeing those giant sheets of ice slowly sliding beside me sticks out so vividly in my memory. Perhaps I identified with the floating ice because I was in a foreign place and happily going wherever my cousin took me without asking questions.
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