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A Snow Day

My earliest memories of snow was when I was about 4 years old and the snow was quite deep. My mum tied plastic bags over my red wellies to keep my feet dry but it didn’t work. We were going to the shops. My mum was pushing the pram with my brother inside. I was too big to be sat on top. My mum used to do all of our food shopping with the pram and both of us. It can’t have been easy in the snow.

How to relax | Simple Sundays

Keeping my Sunday simple makes me stop and feel thankful for what I have., and that makes me feel happier. When I’m happier, I’m more able to enjoy small moments with my family before we all start yelling or someone starts complaining (Yes, that happens in my family pretty much every day!)