The long winters and the simple days.

I can remember the old winters, long winters, when the snow would pour down from heaven for days. Looking up in the sky all you could see was white sprinkles of heaven dropping down from the sky and falling on the white blanket of snow that was already on the ground. All day long playing in the snow, making snow angels and having snowball fights with the other kids from the neighborhood. When you got home everything was wet, from your jacket to the socks in your boots, but it didn't matter for a second, some new clothes and a hot chocolate and you were ready for round two.