The snow was billowing down from the sky like a swan had just shed it's feathers. Soon the downy white fluff covered the ground and the world seemed so different that it was before, almost like someone had covered my meadow with a huge tablecloth. I was peered out from my window like a mole that has just dug out of the ground and I could see everything, but I noticed something that didn't seem like it changed out at all.
It was my cherry tree.
My cherry tree was always blooming with it's light-pink blossoms and it never gave up it's flowers, like a child who would never let go of his teddy bear. Then I saw her, there she sat in my meadow wearing a short trench coat and a light brown scarf. She was reading a book as she sat there leaning against my tree while the the blossoms flew by.
I hurriedly pulled on some clothes: a pair a jeans, a t-shirt, some socks, a pair of black leather shoes, and a black coat. I walked out into my the meadow behind my house while tip-toeing all the way so that my parents couldn't see me. I casually walked up to her and acted like I didn't notice her until I got within two meter or her, then I asked "Oh, hello... um, why are in my meadow?"
She looked up from her book and she smiled then said in a friendly tone "Oh, sorry, I didn't know that this was your meadow." "I'm Amanda* and I'm your next door neighbor... in case you haven't noticed."


And that's how I met my best childhood friend.