Personal Narrative-Parody Of Chalky Snow

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It was cold. I was rocketing through the fine, chalky snow. I was everywhere. If you look to your left, I’m there blasting through a drift. If you look to your right, I’m there steering my snowmobile like a madman. If you look up, I’m there jumping over a ditch. I was intoxicated with the feeling of a rush. I was a 12 year old boy with his head in the clouds.

I wasn’t just driving a track though. I was making my trail. I was leaping and bounding over drifts and road crossings, I was not the husk I once was. I was submerged in bliss. Even though I was going so fast I was blasting snow everywhere, it seemed like I was going slow enough to take in all of the surreal wasteland around me.

All of the savory bliss was soon wrenched from me when

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