Have you noticed yet that snow isn't as much fun as a grown-up? I know I have covered some of my exploits as a child in the snow before with the shovel and here with the forts. But I can look back to when:
- I thought it was fun to be the one to scrape the snow off the car in the morning
- As long as the snow wasn't yellow I didn't care how clean it was to eat
- We used to pluck icicles off the eaves spout and sword fight.
- I didn't care if my feet got wet in my boots or that my gloves could be wrung out for an entire glass of water.
- Bad weather meant playing in the snow not driving along trying to remember if the car insurance bill has been paid this month
- I didn't worry about milk in the fridge or food in the cupboard as long as we had hot chocolate when I came inside
Anybody up for a snowball fight?
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As strange as it sounds, winter running has given me that "love of playing in the snow" feeling back. It is a cross between a challenge and an adventure, and I NEVER thought I would feel this way, which is a bonus.
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