This Year, I Finally Stayed Off the Snow

I don't want to go to the snow. I don't like it. I've been skiing lots of times. It's really beautiful there. I go to Andalo, near my aunt's house and my cousins' place up in Trentino. I like the hotel because it has a game room. The food is amazing and there's tons of it. But I don't want to go back anymore. Even though it's beautiful. I want to go to the beach and I want to stay there a long time. Want to know why I don't like the snow? I'll tell you right now. First thing: it's cold. And if it's cold I have to wear a ton of stuff. And then I can't walk right. I can't move. But when I'm at the beach in my swimsuit I move really well. On the snow they have to put two pairs of socks on me and heavy boots. My feet feel squeezed and they hurt. I walk slow, real slow. Then there's tights and pants and on top of that a whole snowsuit so I don't get wet. The heaviest sweater, a thick sweater. Then they make me put on gloves and a hat. I can't stand gloves and a hat, I really can't. Sometimes I wear a scarf but it bothers me too much. And then what do I do on the snow? I go sledding. I have a little fun with it but then I get bored. Plus it's exhausting dragging the sled back up the hill. Then I go to the indoor play park. But it's small. I don't want to put on skis. To put on skis I have to wear these rock-hard boots with iron hooks. Those boots kill my feet! And then instead of walking I have to ski. I don't like it. So I take the cable car up and go to a restaurant that's right in the middle of the snow, at the top of the mountain. So beautiful. There's also a horse-drawn sleigh but I feel bad for the horses because it's hard for them to pull the sled. This year, I finally managed to stay off the snow. And pretty soon I'm getting ready to go to the beach. There I can go barefoot or wear sandals and walk fine and my feet don't hurt at all. And it's warm and when it's warm I go in the water and swim. And the food is just as good at the beach, too.