Yay! It’s spring! The best season of the year! I was born on the first day of spring, you know, and if you’re thinking I was born on the 20th of March, then no. You are off by one day.

I was born on the 21st of March. Wait, wait, wait. I know spring usually begins on the 20th, but sometimes it starts on the 19th and sometimes on the 21st. However, these days happen few and far between, and the most recent year, Spring fell on the 21st, when I came into this world.

However, the next time it falls on the 21st, I would be ninety-four years old! Can you believe that? At least that’s what the people who deal with these things tell me. If you do not believe me, you can always do an Internet search and find out for yourself.

Anyhow, spring is the best season of the year!

Well, I love the summer season too because my little sister was born then. She was not born on the first day of summer though, but she was born during summer, and I love the summer season because she was born then. When she was born, I got to become the older one, and I got someone else to love too.

Summer is the best season of the year!

Wait a minute, when fall comes, I drink a lot more hot chocolate than usual, and I love hot chocolate, especially with marshmallows! The breeze blows a little bit colder, especially in the evenings, and wearing one of my many sweaters during this time is a highlight for me.

However, I have a boyfriend, and we’ve been dating for about two years now, and he was born during the fall season. He loves the fall, and I love him.

Wow! Fall is the best season of the year!

What about Winter? Well, did you know that my parents were born during the winter season? Yes, and they love going to the mountains to ski and play hockey at the rings there.

They are great at skiing, but both of them are terrible at hockey because my little sister and I always, and I do mean always, win whenever we play.

After their loss, my dad usually says, “We were so close to winning this time, weren’t we, Honey?”

“Yes. So you know what that means?” Mom replied.

He would turn to my sister and me and say, “Yes! Next year, here we come! Watch out, fluke winners!”

My sister would laugh and laugh and laugh. I don’t understand why she finds those words so funny; I find them cringe, but because of her laughter, I always end up laughing.

“Sure, Dad, sure,” I’ll say with a laugh.

My parents would book the hotel, and we usually spend three days in the mountains. I thoroughly enjoy those days with my family. Then, we would jump back into the car, and Dad would drive us back home.

The drive home usually takes about two hours, but if I were driving, I would probably get us there in less time. My dad says it’s too dangerous to drive too fast up there, and that’s okay because I love spending time with my family. However, I don’t say those words to them because I don’t want to be cringe.

You know what, though? Winter is the…

I could hear a faint voice calling my name, pulling me away from our conversation.

Excuse me for a moment. I’ll get back to what I was saying.

I’m suddenly feeling so tired. I’m tired. I don’t want to respond to this voice.

Please leave me alone!

The voice calls my name again.

Okay, okay, fine, fine, I’m here. I’m here.

I slowly opened my eyes.

“Welcome back, kiddo. I thought we lost you there for a moment,” the name-calling voice said.

I didn’t recognize the face I was staring up at.

“We’ll get you to the hospital soon; just hang in there. I’m sure your family is hanging in there, too,” the voice continued.

The End.