With the deep snow falling in the north today, memories of my childhood creep into my thoughts today. As a child, the snow came more frequently during the winter and my memories of playing in it come back to life.
The only problem was while I was very sick I would bundle up to play only to have to constantly run into the house to strip down to get to the bathroom. My close friends were troopers and never made fun of me, but it became such a problem to get me dressed and undressed, that it was easier to tell my friends, ” I just don’t feel like playing in the snow today.” I really did try, but if I did not get undressed in time, a mess would follow. I would cry and just stay inside. Eventually my friends would trickle into my house to keep me company and never ask what was really wrong. I was blessed for that. I do have some fond memories, but the sad ones stuck with me.
