My dad, with the golden retriever
Me, trying to pitch the snowball to the box I drew earlier on the wall~~
My uncle, and his faithful dogs.
My mom, with her niece (actually her niece-in-law......)
Too bad, there's not a single scene where my aunt and my grandma appears.
We didn't have much snow back in Shanghai, where I lived for 19 years in China. Maybe it's just too humid. There were only two heavy snows in my memory. I missed one by going to Japan last year, and the other one broght me a pretty well memory.
2004, the first year I leave middle school and get in the vocational school. Because of something happened in my senior years in middle school, I shutted my self from the public, then a girl in the class rescued me from the lonely hell I made for myself (this is a long story, I'll tell it in another post later). She became my best friend.
It was Christmas(or Christmas eve, can't remember so well) , one ordinary school day in China, when all classes ended, we headed back to the dorms, and suddenly found that it is covered with snow outside, and almost everyone was playing with snow, even the staffs. Being kids, and especially kids in Shanghai, we just couldn't resist the fun. It became one of my best memories in years.