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That morning, we sat in the backseat of the 

minivan, my sisters, Chana Gittel, Nechama, 

and I. Zalman, the eldest sat in middle with 

little Tzvi. The music played” Modeh Ani…” We 

sang along and watched the road and the 

steep mountains we were winding around. 

As we drove, we were crowded by the piles of 

fuzzy clothing on our laps and on the floor. We 

weren't used to wearing layers of clothes, or 

any warm coats for that matter. Our coats, 

boots we bought the day before, and 

mismatching gloves with the tags still on them 

were piled on the floor of the car. I struggled 

to get on a sweatshirt, zip up a coat, and put 

on a hat and gloves, biting the tag and pulling 

it off with my teeth. 

After we parked at the side of the road, My 

feet crunched the snow, and I dragged the 

round fluorescent pink sled to the top of the 

hill. The pine trees are glittered with white 

frost, and I screeched as I raced down the hill. 

Cold snow found it’s way into my gloves, and 

my hand felt numb. 

Later, I   ate a tuna sandwich sitting on a cold 

log, but it was good. Chanie was holding a bag 

of pretzels that we shared. 

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