Paint. One word and you have so many possibilities. For me it was a little paint and the rest of the day was a great one. But for the beginning if you are alone with a teacher and no one else is in the school, it's kinda freaky and awkward. But it your mood lifts once more people come.
You paint and talk. Paint. Talk. A pattern in itself.
And once those few people arrive you are happy. For me it was just a couple people. We were painting buddies. We talked some more and made fun of each other. Then painting each other started to happen.
But when we went outside everything was bright and abnormal. One of my friends and I started to run as fast as we could toward the huge snowbanks in front of us. When we jumped into them it was firm and we were okay. When we fell down the snowbank and into the soft snow. When we stepped in it, it went above our knees. I almost toppled over and my friend did fall, but I caught him. We couldn't stop laughing. We did it all just for paint. Just so that we could paint some more. Paint and Snow.
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