When I finally moved to Grandma’s house, I couldn’t wait for winter.
I had learn where you could go snow skiing in IL, and I was excited.
Living in the south meant you had to travel a thoUSnd miles to find anywhere to go skiing. Living in Glenville, IL, meant I could go skiing whenever I had a couple afternoons off from university. I knew it was going to be freezing here in the winter, although I didn’t assume it would be this cold. From mid-October I could hear the oil furnace running. I would walk outside from the warmth of the inside, and begin shivering. It wasn’t even Thanksgiving, and I had a lot of misgivings about going to university in Glenville, IL. My Grandma was happy because the family was coming beach cabin for the holidays. They were coming for Thanksgiving and staying until after New Year’s Day. I was happy to see them coming to Glenville, IL to see us, although I was really thinking about going beach cabin with them. My Dad said that maybe the two of us could all go skiing. Even my Grandma and Grandpa, who now shared a beach cabin together, were excited. It had been years since they skied. I had to admit that I wasn’t going with them because of how freezing it was, but how could I say no when even my Grandma and Grandpa were going. I think I just had to get used to living in Glenville, IL. I also had to get used to seeing my Grandparents coming out of the same study room. Dad and dad thought it was pretty cool that they were together, but they didn’t have to live with them.