2/18/15

Snow, now I know we are all dealing with a lot of this white stuff lately. I remember how much I enjoyed the snow when I was young. Sledding was one of my favorite things to do. We had this hill, next to our ice rink where I lived when I was a child, in Michigan. We used to go there when it snowed a bunch of us kids, especially around the pre-teen age. We would all bring our own sleds, long ones, short ones, circle ones, square ones, old fashion medal ones and even garbage lids if that was all we had. We would hold on to the fence that lined the one side of the hill to make our way up. When at the top and huffing and puffing we would pick which way we wanted to go down, usually aiming between the trees. Then off we would go some singular some with two or three people on one. Spinning as we went down, or jumping little bumps, sometimes going down so fast screaming the whole way actually making it between the trees and all the way to the outside fence where that stopped us. Then of course sometimes smashing into the trees. We definitely had are variety of bumps and bruises, scrapes and cuts but usually minor one or two serious but it wasn't far to the police station it was directly in front of the hill just ahead of a parking lot. By the time we left that place well let s just say are buggers were frozen. Even with our snowsuits, gloves and hats we were still practically frozen. Usually we would warm up in the civic center before either walking hon=me or using the pay phone to call one of our mothers or fathers to get us.
Snow days were wonderful back then. Now snow days to adults mean for some having to find a sitter for the kids or missing out on the only alone time you get. For those without children or grown children things are not pleasant either. Cars breaking down, travel being terrible. It makes you just not want to go anywhere. I think the difference in childhood and being an adult is the fact that as an adult you have to go out and do whatever it is that you have to do. As a child you would normally go out as a choice. I think that is one of the reasons things change so much. I still believe the snow is beautiful and so much fun. Its the cold and the having to go that kills it. Like one of the worst, I just experienced, moving in the snow, in 8 inches of snow and single digit temperatures. Snow, why can't it just be a two week thing and be over?