My mom was on a trip to where she used to live. She brought the entire family along. We found ourselves in a strange hot place. In front of me was a large swamp. The swamp looked like vomit. However, it was actually composed of a precise combination of banana oatmeal and vegetable soup. It smelled like vomit nonetheless. In the center of the swamp was a metal slide. There were kids playing on the slide. They were covered in the oatmeal-soup-vomit mixture. At one point, I fell into the swamp. They were trying to force me onto the slide which was seriously disgusting. I fell into the swamp. If the surface of the vomit swamp wasn't bad enough - the bottom of it was worse. The large chunks had accumulated at the bottom and formed a hard, chunky floor. Later, I return to school. It's winter now, and I'm walking to the other campus of the school with B. B says that there is going to be a snowstorm later today. It's already snowing heavily, and I'm watching as all of the freshmens are playing in delight. They are throwing snowballs and having a real good time. It looks like something out of a movie. I look around, and notice that I'm not really 'feeling' the scene. I walk up to a pole where some snow has gathered and I touch it gently with my finger. The icy cold flakes sting my finger. I take off my coat and feel the tinge of the frosty air. Ohh frosty air how I have missed you!
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