The silence that was over the crowed was so peaceful despite the untamed weather. It was almost as if everyone had just stopped breathing for that one brief moment in time. That brief moment seemed like a decade, I thought that it would never pass. Never the less, I did not seem to mind holding my breath.
Every so often, as I sat on the bleachers I would lift my weak, and almost frozen head to take a look around. Then, just as I started to cover my head with the hood of my coat, I noticed this little girl. She was adorable, no more that 7 years old. She was bundled up in what looked like two flannel blankets. In her hand she held a piping cup of hot chocolate. I was quite surprised that it had not frozen. Even though the wind, snow, and other irritating winter elements were surrounding the crowd, she seemed as if nothing in the world were bothering her, especially the frost biting wind. .
As I sat there and watched her for a moment, I wondered how she was staying so warm and toasty, while the rest of us were about to freeze. Then something else caught my eye, her mother, who was sitting right next to her, handed her a small little yellow pouch. The girl took the pouch from her mother and quickly placed it inside of her blanket. With that, the girl looked more comfortable than before. I was baffled. I wanted to know what her secret was.
After a few minutes of curiosity, I got up from my seat, which by the way was metal, and walked over to the family. I sat down right next to the little girl and her mother, and politely asked my curious question. After I had asked the two of them, they both started to laugh. I felt as if I had asked an immoral question. Just then her mother leans over to me and said in a soft whisper, "they are little hand held heating pads". As I heard this, I began to chuckle as well. Why hadn't I thought of that, I knew they existed. .
I told the family thank you, and as I arose from the seat next them, the little girl ever so gently tugged on my coat.