Blog #1: To tell you the truth...

One of my earliest memories I remember is one snowy day in Moscow, when I was around four. I was tiny and energetic, especially during snowy days. It was cold and hazy, and my mom told me to stay in the house because the snow was really high and it was dangerous for a foreign child to be outside alone in Moscow. I was looking at the snow through the window, and that was when I saw a pinkish object hanging at the mailbox. Normally, I couldn't reach the mailbox because it was high and I was short, but the snow was filled up to half of the height of the mailbox, so reaching it wouldn't be a problem. Curiously, I opened the door silently and slowly stepped on the snow, walking to the mailbox. My mom always told me to walk slowly and firmly on the snow, so that I don't get sunk into the soft part. I was inches apart from the mailbox when I decided to walk a little faster and to my horror, gravity started pulling me down all of a sudden. Instead of being calm and stood still I started moving violently, and I ended up almost buried in the snow. The icy snow paralyzed my body which was only covered by a thin red jacket, and I couldn't move. I might have yelled when I got pulled down, because my aunt, who was passing by, started running towards our house and calling for my names, which brought my mom out of the house. She got panicked to find out that I was gone. They noticed my spot thanked to the red hat I was wearing, but I was half unconscious at the time due to the cold and the fear. When I woke up inside of the house, next to the fireplace, my mom was crying and my dad was holding the wet warm towel upon my chest. The doctor said I was fine and they found me just in time. I never found out what the pinkish thing was, but I started getting nervous when it's snow from then on and now I never leaves the house alone when it's cold outside anymore.

It happened when I was small so there are parts I'm not sure of, such as the part when my mom was running outside of the house checking on me or when my aunt was running towards our house. The pinkish object is something I'm not really sure about too, because it's blurry in my memory, I just have a feeling that I really want to see what something "pink" was. I'm not sure how I ended up being buried in the snow which was barely reaching my chin's height. The weather was a bit hazy, it seems like the horror that I experienced makes me feel like it was a terrible day that day. I'm not sure about how I got pulled down into the snow, all I remember is the coldness and darkness. It would be Creative Non-fiction because my emotions do effect some of the parts, but it's a true story. I was a kid so I cannot remember the story clearly, the story is mostly about the emotions that I was experiencing on that day and through the words of my mom and my aunt.