I wake up on a winter day in my soft warm bed. I take the covers off, and wake my brother up. I put my hand on his arm, and shake him back and forth like he was on a boat. He opens his eyes, and rubs them for a second.When his eyes adjust he says to me “Good morning!” with a cheerful voice. No matter what age my brother has always been a morning person. Every day he usually wakes up before me, and runs downstairs to play video games until I wake up. Today was a different day though. My Dad promised us on Saturday he would take us to the hill near the Mary Queen of Peace Church to go tubing. After Jake got out of bed we ran to our parents bedroom, and jumped into their waterbed. We wake up our dad screaming “It’s Saturday!” He wakes up from his slumber with a groan and stretches his arms. “That's right it is Saturday”,he said with a yawn. “It’s not just any Saturday” Jake said with a grin on his face. “You promised us you’d bring us to Mary Queen of Peace!” My dad puts his feet on the floor, and stands up with another yawn. “That’s right I did promise you guys that,” “Welp let’s go eat some breakfast then we’ll get ready to go.”

My brother Jake and I spring out of bed like kangaroos heading towards the family room. My dad goes into the kitchen, and grabs the eggs and bacon out of the fridge. He grabs the pan from the bottom of the cabinet, and sets the stove on high. Jake and I watch from the couch in the family room with stomachs growling like lions. Dad cracks open the first egg with a precise flick of the wrist like a chef would on TV. He then puts the bacon on a plate, and sets the microwave to a minute thirty seconds. The delectable smell of eggs and crispy bacon fill the house, going right into our noses making our stomachs go crazy. We see with alacrity in our eyes as Dad places the plate of eggs, and the plate of bacon on the table. We then all sit down and feast on the scrumptious meal like hungry wolves. “This tastes great!” Jake and I say with the sound of joy in our voices.

After we cleaned up from the amazing breakfast, we all take showers and look for our snow gear. Jake and I put on our snow pants, boots,hats,and jackets like we were trained to do it. My dad how ever stumbles over into the chair trying to put on his boots. After we got our snow gear on my dad brought us downstairs to pump up the snow tubes. Dad plugs in the compressor and flicks it on. The compressor shakes the whole house like there was an earthquake. Jake and I flee to the other room because of the monstrous noise from the compressor. We both sat in the furnace room with ears covered as Dad pumped up the snow tubes. After a while, the compressor shuts off making a hissing noise from the excess air being released. Dad walks through the door with two snow tubes in his hands. “Are you guys ready?” Dad asked with excitement in his voice. “YEAH!” Jake and I yelled. We then walked upstairs and went out the door towards the truck. Dad opens up the trunk and stuffs the tubes in the back, while Jake and I watched from the back seat. The truck door opens and my dad sits down in the drivers seat with a thud. “And we’re off!” Dad said.

We arrive at the church parking lot with the look of wonder in our eyes. The whole ground had appeared to be painted a bright white from all the snow. It was a beautiful sight, almost like it was out of a movie. After admiring the beauty of the snow, we walk to the trunk of the truck with the sound of slush in every step. The trunk opens with a creak from the hinges, as I then go to grab my tube. I turn around with my tube, and take in the beauty of the marvelous snowfall once more. "You guys ready to go up?" Dad says with enthusiasm. Jake and I shake our heads yes. We all start walking towards the hill with the crunch of snow beneath our feet. The frozen wind blows by every so often making the tree branches shake off snow. This brings another thing to admire in this winter wonderland.

We finally reach the top of the hill with a gasp. On top of the hill the beauty was much more real. It appeared as if I was staring into a painting from the art museum. "So which one of you guys is up first?" Dad asks. I took a step forward and said with a stutter in my voice "I would like to go first."

I go on my tube near the beginning of the slope, while Dad comes up behind to push me down the hill. "1,2,3!" Dad pushes me with great force and I glide down the hill with ease. I can hear the cold winter wind fly past me like I was a speeding bullet. The ground started to flatten out as I got closer and closer to the church. I then bumped into the church with my tube. It felt as if I was in a bumper car and I just rammed into another person. The force from the bounce then made my tube go backwards, dragging across the snow. I jump up out of my tube and scream "That was awesome!"

I climb back up the hill to then watch Jake go down the hill. Dad goes behind Jake as he gets on his tube. "1,2,3!" Jake goes down the hill curving to the left. He was gliding down the hill as I did, but then he got abruptly stopped by a picnic table. Dad and I race down to Jake to see if he was ok. My brother looks up with a smile on his face and says with laughter "I hit the bench!" We then were all laughing together as we climbed back up the hill.

We all had a lot of fun on that day. Looking back at it I can picture it clearly in my head. That day I learned to enjoy the little things. Life comes at you really fast and you don't have a lot of time to do things like this anymore. When you do though, enjoy it while it lasts you will remember it forever.