WHITE SAND

I hopped on the plane at Orlando, Florida. After we are 20,000 feet in the air and have been flying for 16 hours we arrive......
My name is Candie White and I’m going to the Swiss Alps! I’m going to ski... I’m going to see snow! I have lived in Florida my whole live and have never once encountered snow. So, when my parents asked me where i wanted to go on vacation...... I said the Swiss Alps.... To go sightseeing. But that was not the reason. It was to try something new.... To have adventure. My parents are not big on adventure. They are both professors in Orlando, they’re more of a book type. Both have brown hair, brown eyes, and glasses. Me, I have bright red hair, blue eyes and really enjoy neon colors. I have no idea where I get it from. Actually, I’m looking forward in seeing my parents in their new neon green snow suits. I’m used to them in black or brown....
After unpacking our things at the hotel, we head to the mountain. I must admit... I am good at skiing. Maybe next year I’ll try snowboarding...... The snow, I consider it sand’s distant cousin...... White Sand. In a deep accent Aldo explains the rules of . I leave my mind for awhile and ignore him. I wonder what trail we are going to go on. “Never stop looking at what is in front of you...” Hmmm will I see some wild life..... Maybe a chipmunk..... Oh wait they hibernate...... “Never go in front of me” I hear Aldo in the back of my mind...... Ohhhh was that a cardinal? “ And last and most importantly-” Blah blah blah get on with it Aldo.....