Looking out at the snow falling has me thinking about how much more I enjoyed it as a kid than I do now. I still think snow is pretty. And, I really do get excited when a significant snowfall is predicted and is formed from big, fat, wet flakes and the air is still.
I remember going to Nehrt’s hill in the burg to sled with friends, and building snowmen, and even my Aunt Shirley picking me up to test the hills in Brownstown — a brand new saucer just for me hidden under blankets in the back of some dumpy car. But what I remember most was my strong desire to just get to town once the first flake hit the ground.
In high school, I would do about anything to get to the burg so my cousin, Jerilyn, and I could walk in the snow. If snow was in the forecast, I’d get there early so I was prepared — it isn’t cool to live in the country when you’re a kid. When you’re a dog, it’s awesome to live in the country! Just ask Gracie.
