Joel’s sad page

I found a bit of writing I did back in primary school. I quite like it, so to preserve it I have transcribed it in its entirety:

I steped out to my souprise the frezing cold snow rushed in my face. At the corner of my eye bear trees stood like statues swaying side to side. Sparcaling snow flakes fell on my hair and made it very cold. I colled tast the fresh cold are. I felt the crunching of my footsteps on the icey snow the northen lights sparceld in the night sky. The mist is twisting and tirning.

By Joel Young

This may have been more fitting to share in December.