“It’s snowing!” My sister yelled, running into the house to grab her jacket. I ran quickly to the window and watched beautiful little white drops from heaven land on the nearest surface they found. Recently having moved from Kuwait to London I had never seen snow before. To me, this was a miracle- I quickly ran up stairs and changed into warm clothes and roller blades. I decided I was going to be the Snow Queen. I opened the front door and rushed outside filled with excitement, and like a slap on the face, I froze. The crispy dry cold lingered into my body. Shivering but eager I insisted on being this queen, and ice-skating on clear, smooth ice.

I waved my fingers about, giving surreal orders to the creatures I envisioned around me. “Go get me a pot of biscuits!” I commanded my purple servant. The next thing I know, my older brother threw a snowball at me, directing it to my face and causing my glasses to fall onto the ground alongside me. With that snowball and my now blurred vision, the fantasy fell apart. I sat up and searched for my glasses while pretending to weep. I pretended to be fragile to make him feel strong and capable of bringing down my tears. I secretly collected as much snow as I could, creating the biggest snowball I could carry. With the help of my sisters we were finally able to seek our revenge and haul Yousef to the ground with this mighty ball of snow. We laughed from the pleasure of watching him fall, and then later cried when we all caught the flu! I wish I could go back to that memory, to that beautiful day. I would not change a thing. Just as I look back at this memory, tomorrow I will look at today wishing I were back here. Tomorrow I will not view my today as a day to seize and make the best of, but on the contrary- I will look at days passed, laughter perished, and mistakes I learnt from. I will look at exhaled breaths, and want them back. Cherished moments and wishful thoughts, days spent with loved ones and hours filled with smiles and laughter.

Nostalgia is what life is eventually made up of; the past- beautiful, the present- blurry, and the future unknown.