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                            2  The weather seemed to turn cold in a snap. Even
                               though we thought we were ready, everyone was
                               surprised when snow fell from the sky as if someone
                               were pouring down sugar.

                            3     “Lots of snow today!” Dad said in the morning.
                               “You lucky kids! The radio said that there’s no school.
                               It’s so cold outside that it’s breaking records. I wish I
                               could have a snow day. I’m going to turn into a

                               snowman going to work today.” No school! It was
                               like a surprise vacation. I was all ready to go outside
                               and play until I opened the door. BRRR! The cold
                               wind bit my face, and the inside of my nose stung as
                               if icicles suddenly formed there. I closed the door.

                            4     “It’s so cold out there!” I said, shivering. “It froze
                               my nose!” Dad laughed and said, “I warned you.
                               That’s what you get when you open a cold door!”

                            5     All of a sudden, Dad saying that reminded me
                               about the other cold door—the cold door of

                               becoming an author and illustrator. Even though
                               I didn’t have any doubts about my talent anymore, I
                               still didn’t like that door. But for almost two years,
                               I had thought that being an author and illustrator
                               was what I wanted to be and who I was going to
                               become. Now, I just didn’t know. Was being an

                               author and illustrator just a wishful dream, or was
                               it something I could make happen? Was it even
                               something I should try to make happen?



                                      doubts   If you have doubts, you aren’t sure about something.








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