Across the midwest a blanket of snow is laid. Supposedly my area is going to get two more winter storms before Christmas. This should be fun. I should be like a small child out building forts, making snow angels, and even making snowmen, or even the occasional snow ball fight. Instead I wory about getting to and from places. Will the road be cleared enough to drive on them? Am I going to get into an accident?
Let's reminiss of Christmas Past....
When I was younger I always wanted to go out and play in the snow. My mom always made us bundle up so we wouldn't get any sort of frostbite. She had made the mistake when she was younger and didn't wear any gloves or mittens. Now when the weather get cold her fingers go "dead". She also did home daycare so there was always odles of kids running around my house. I was the oldest, the biggest kids. I felt so cool. I had helped my mom bundle up the kids and we would go outside and play in the snow. We had attempted to build forts. But they really never turned out so well. We tried to have a snowball fight. But our forts were so far apart, that none of us could throw that far. So, instead we tried to make our own igloo. That didn't work out either. We ended up sticking to the snow angels and snowmen. After a child had made their snow angel, I had helped pull them up and write with my gloved hand their name in the snow next to the angel. Our snowmen were always lopsided, and the attempts at making a snow family was also not that great. The heads ended up being bigger than the bottoms. They never ended up that tall either, becuase none of us could put that top ball on to finish the snowmen, so they were two balled short snowmen. My mom always thought that they were cute.
Fast-Fowarding to Years later...
I also remember the time when we had an indoor snowball fight. No, my parents weren't mad. In fact my dad was the one who intiated it all. It started when my sister put an ice cube down my dad's shirt. To retaliate he got up, opened the door to our backyard and grabbed a handfull of snow and then threw it at her. Pretty soon it was 3 against one. My sisters and I against my dad, my mom just stood back and watched though she did get hit once or twice. Though it wasn't extreme as one would think it would be. It was still tons of fun. The snowballs were flying everywhere. One hit a mirror and left a streak of snow water, a few hit the couch and of course the floor was wet. It went on for almost a half hour or so, maybe that's what it felt like.
Present Day....
My sisters and I in the Christmas's past had tried to bring on another indoor snowball fight, but now my parent's wouldn't hear of it. My brother has no idea of the fun that he missed. Though in this winter season, we aren't making snow angels, or even snowmen, and their is no sad attempt at making igloos. Now we just sit around the house wishing for summer days again. My parent's this morning were talking about being professional beach bums, and living in a shack. They have a while until they reach that point. I wish still somehow there was an excitement over making snow angels and having snowball fights. Guess I'll have to take the intiative.
Happy Holidays...Hope there are no woes in your winter
