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I have to seen real snow. I was in the first grade. We went on motor home trip up north to the southern states. I think it was somewhere in Tennessee that I saw the snow. It wasn't very deep. All the same, I had lost my mittens, and whined to my mother about not wanting to go outside with my brothers. My mom replied, "We drove all the way up here so you could see some snow. You're going to go out there and have fun in the snow, if it kills you."
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