The Love for Snow in the Good Old Days

When my sister and I were kids, we loved the snow. We built a lot of sixfoot snowmen over the years, making our dad put the snowmen together because we weren’t strong enough to lift the middle snowball and we weren’t tall enough to put the small snowball on top. After Dad plowed the lane, there would be a little “mountain range” for us to run along. We would make up some scenario in our heads…