The day after it snowed, I walked around the town with my family. Then, I saw icicles hanging under the eaves. It reminded me of my childhood memory; my dad had picked icicles, saying that they are popsicles. Then I would eat them or crossed them just like fighting with swords. I missed my father, who was tall enough to pick icicles for me. On the way back home, I came with a snowball in both hands and made a snowman family. And I took a family picture like this.
