Emma's snow memoir

The snow was falling harder than ever, hitting my eyes making them sting. I could hear the motorbike pulling the wool bale bag I was sitting on. Snow was up my gloves making my hands freeze. "Are you still on Emma?" Dad yelled.
 I could barely get out a word because I was frozen. "Am I on?" I asked myself.
 I could still feel the bag so I decided that I was fighting the snow and holding on tightly so that means I'm still on. "Yep!" I exclaimed surprised to still be sitting on. The bag was slipping and sliding across the hill.

Later Dad drove me back up to the house. I took off my waterproof clothes and went inside. "Oh no," I thought "There's still a power cut."