Essay using flashback and emotions to describe memories
...matter where she was, she always seemed to look great. Just as I was contemplating this, she grabbed my coat and flung it on to my lap. Do you want to go sledding?” She implored with excitement I examined the question seriously “Where at?” I interrogated, feeling much older than I was. She laughed at the sophistication I was faking. “In the backyard, you don’t have to come.” “The backyard?” I demanded an explanation, but got only a smile. Who did she think I was? I’m not nine! I followed her despite my inner outbursts, ‘but out of pure curiosity’ I promised myself. As I stepped out the door, a cold burst of wind greeted me and made me think twice about this idea. But all doubts were pushed away as I spotted my entire family situated in a circle at the side of my yard. As I moved closer, I realized with shock that my dad was in the middle of the huddle snapping the last leg off of a mutilated wheelbarrow. I run up bewildered ignoring the fluffy angel crystals covering my body. My dad looks up with animated features taking over his face. “Hey Amers!” He picks me up and sets me in the wheelbarrow. I nearly scream with frustration, half at my ancient and adored nickname, but mostly because he had pulled me from my safe perch outside the commotion to the middle of the circle with all eyes on me. “Dad I can get in myself! Anyway, I’m too old for this!” My dad dropped my sister on top of me, trapping me in “Come on, girl it’ll be fun!” Despite the look of distrust on my face, I was secretly overjoyed. Sledding in a wheelbarrow isn’t something you do every day! I tried not to let these emotions leek through my stone carved face and gripped the wheelbarrow edges like death. I vaguely heard Carol’s laughter traveling in the breeze as we were off. I was jerked into a world of pure white, the cold wind stinging my ecstatic face. Snow swirled like se...