Matthew and Jonathan, the oldest set of twins, went outside to play tag and have a snowball fight almost as soon as they had gotten home from school. They were later joined by their sister Sarah-Anne, the middle child, when she got in. Melinda and Richard, the youngest set of twins, wanted to go out but they were still to little to join in on the snowball fight with the older children.
Samantha watched out the window remembering the fun she had in the first snowfall. If it was snowing hard enough she, her brothers, sister and their friends would have a snowball fight and then build a giant snowman with the younger children's help. In a lighter snowfall they would just play a simple game of winter tag.
Now her own children and their friends were having a snowball fight. She knew that once the fight was over that Matthew, Jonathan and Sarah-Anne would come in for Melinda and Richard, so that a giant snowman could be built and snow angles made.
Samantha looked over to where her youngest stood, they were watching the snowball fight hoping it would end soon. She remembered how she felt when she was to young to go out and play with the older kids. She went over and told them that next year they would be able to join in on the snowball fight.
When Melinda and Richard seen that Matthew and Jonathan were coming in they ran to the hall closet to get their coats. Matthew helped Melinda get and put on her coat, hat and mittens; while Jonathan helped Richard put on his coat, hat and mittens. Sarah-Anne came in for a cup of hot cocoa and to dry off because she had gotten most of the snowballs. Samantha had asked her if she was sure that she didn't want to help build the snowman and Sarah-Anne said that she was sure.
Samantha watched her two sets of twins build the giant snowman despite all of the snow that was coming down. When Samantha seen that the snowman was about done she sent Sarah-Anne out with a carrot, a hand full of buttons, an old scarf and an old hat.
This first snow was the hardest they had had for years, that Samantha could remember anyway. The last one she could remember was when she was about 14-years-old (her Sarah-Anne's age). Watching her children play in the first snow had brought back some great memories of snowball fights, making snowmen taller then they were, and snow angles and playing the fun game of winter tag.
First snowfalls can be so depressing, but the children always manage to lift my spirits when they come, she thought while watching them at play.
