I Used to Hate the Winter
My asthma is pretty much under control now, but it wasn’t for most of my life. I’m 35, and I remember always being the sick kid, especially during the winter. My best friend across the street would come by to ask me to play in the snow, and I couldn’t because I just struggled so much with breathing outdoors during the colder weather.
As an adult, I developed a resentment for winter. It wasn’t until a couple years ago that I found myself explaining what those long winter weekends were like as an 8-year-old who just wanted to go outside and play and couldn’t. I wrote short stories, illustrated mini fiction books, and took as many naps as I could squeeze into the day. It was always more difficult to breathe at night.
It’s easy to forget when you’re doing so well. But I could write 1,000 stories about my experiences with asthma now that I’ve jogged my memory.
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