My favorite memory is the first day it snowed during this winter season. As usual, my father always tries to make a snowman. We were having a competition to see who could make the best snowman. My dad started to make his and got an idea. He remembered that he had some cans of spray paints in the barn so he started went to go look for them. He then started to paint the face. It turns out the red spray wasn’t working very well that it end up everywhere on the snowman. It somehow ended up in my black rain boots too. Now it looks like it’s a murderer. At the end, my baby sister, Ashley, ended up winning with her 5-inch snowman.