happiness for me or happiness for my family?

Although I am surrounded by many other snowmen and I know how dearly they care about me as do I them. There is a part of me that still feels alone, not the type of loneliness that can be filled by a lover or a friend, but a sense of self. My name is Olaf Bond, I wasn’t always this way, there was a time when I knew who I was and I knew who I wanted to be, but as life went on my sense of self depleted. When I was a young snowman no more then a few feet tall I knew one day I was going to travel the world and help as many other snowman as I could. Throughout the years the winds have been harsh and I have had trouble keeping myself together. Each year is a new challenge, but I haven’t faced anything quite like this before. It all started when I graduated from snow school. My mother and Father were so happy to see that I had made it through, and I was happy to be out of there and move on with my life. After getting out of snow school I didn’t really know what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. My father an ice sculptor and my mother a snow baker had been very successful in their lives and it was up to me to continue with the family name. Father had told me many times that he would like me to continue on with the ice sculpting although it never really interested me, I tried to learn his techniques. Father was disappointed that I wasn’t the sculptor he had imagined, when I told him that I wanted to travel the world he simply laughed and said “that’s silly my boy, who ever heard of a Bond traveling the world?”. He was right a Bond had never traveled the world before and although I desperately wanted to go I stayed home and did my best to learn how to be a better ice sculptor, though the emptiness inside me still pains me my mother and father are happy I am home.  

Reviews

[RomaJ]

I found your story humorous and sad at the same time. Poor snowman. He needs to stay true to his cold icy heart, give the naysayers the cold shoulder and follow his dream;)