Confession is good for the soul.
I live in the North East of the US where we got two feet of snow delivered to us last weekend.
When I was young, I loved the snow. It meant school delays or days off. I loved playing in it.
Even into my young teen years, I loved the snow. We did the kind of sledding that could have taken your life. We even wore football helmets! We use to tie three sleds to the back of a snow mobile and took turns on the last sled because it was guaranteed to roll on the turns. It was a mark of manhood if you could stay on the last sled!
I even remember thinking that snow was beautiful. The trees wore it like a majestic robe and the landscape glistened as the Sun shined! Ok, I didn’t think about it exactly that way…
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