In Class Work Week 5

I’m about ten years old wearing warm clothing to keep myself from freezing. I’m staring up at the roof of my father’s house. Snow blankets the roof and icicles hang down from the gutters. My father stands in front of me with a ladder leading to the roof. His right hand holds the ladder steady as he carries a shovel in his left. He motions for me to go play in the back yard. I do as I‘m told. My father climbs up the ladder to the roof. Once on top he disappears from view. I sit down and watch as my father shovels snow off the roof. It doesn’t take long for my father to make great progress. However, it doesn’t take long for me to get bored as well. There is a huge tree in the backyard which my father wouldn’t allow me to climb no matter how much I begged. Staring at the tree I become more and more curious of how high I could climb. Disobediently, I walk over to the tree and start to climb. I smile at myself when I make it halfway up the tree. Before I know it I’m falling. I land softly on my back in a snow bank. The wind was slightly knocked out of me so I just stare straight above me recalling what happened. In a blink of an eye, my father is standing above me gathering me into his arms. Before he can ask if I’m okay, I start laughing.
“Daddy, that was fun! Can I do it again?”
My father looks at me awestruck. Shaking his head no he picks me up and carries me inside where I can stay out of trouble.