Clara pulled open the shades and smiled out at the blankets of freshly fallen snow. She looked as if she were planning to twirl and start singing a song about the joys of winter, but instead, she suddenly froze solid and frowned down at the lawn. “They ruined it!” she gasped. “Ruined what?” I asked, pulling on a pair of socks on the edge of the bed. She pointed out the window, “The neighbor kids! They walked through our yard! It was perfect and then they ruined it. It has silly paths all through it now!” She was quite upset. You would think that someone had crumpled up her favorite art project and thrown it in the trash. I wiggled my toes inside my…