In my childhood, I have many wonderful memories of playing in the snow. There is just something about the cold crisp air, a fresh blanket of newly fallen snow, and Christmas lights that, oddly enough, makes me feel warm inside. As a young child, my brothers and I would frequently head to our back yard to work on our sled tracks down the hill. We make jumps, curves, and tunnels, and never seemed to run out of ideas. We also made forts in our front yard from which we could tease the neighbors with snow balls.

As we got older, we began making snow caves. Over time these became quite elaborate. One of which that I remember had a full sized couch carved into the wall and had two rooms. My friends and I would often spend the night in them and stayed quite warm. The difficult part was waking up in the morning and climbing out of the warm sleeping bag.

In High School snow meant skiing and snow boarding at all the ski resorts. Just thinking about it makes me want to go now. It also mean going tubing up in the hills for a group date activity. It works perfect because there is just enough room for two people on one inflated tire tube.

Now as an adult, snowy weather means some additional things. It means shoveling a neighbors driveway. It means sleigh rides with hot chocolate. It means the celebration of Christmas. And lastly, it means introducing my children to all the fun there is with snow.