Sitting here and remember different times in life when I was this frozen. The last time I remember being this cold was my senior year in high school where our gas was turned off. We could afford some food and the rent and some of the electricity bill. It snowed a lot that winter as I recall, but miraculously no one got sick.Our house was well insulated and we had lots of lovely wool sweaters brought back by my sister from Germany.
The coldest moment that winter would be one day when it was blizzard-ing on my way in to school. The entrance hall was filled with slush and I was late for class. With a hurried gait and a sleep-deprived mind I ran through the doors of my high school.
With my tush growing cold in the slush and my head slightly ringing from the impact I lay there. Several other teens rushed over.
“Are you all right?!”
“That HAD to hurt!”
“I think she’s stunned!”
With a gasp of breath I regain my air and promptly lose it by laughing almost hysterically.
“I wish I could have seen that!” I gasp out between breaths as everyone just kind of stares at me.
Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge: