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It snowed last night, I called my mom to get her to stop the snow. I think it might have helped a little bit.

I used to think that pure enjoyment of snow was the indication of the division of childhood from adulthood. When I was little it seemed that most, if not all, adults hated snow and all the kids loved it. This childish love of snow could have been born from the fact that we would often be excused from school to indulge in our enjoyment of this cold, wet and white fluffy stuff. We had the ability to spend the whole day, tumbling down white icy hills at dizzying speed on sheets of plastic without a care in the world. There were no thoughts of wet clothes, icy roads or broken bones that seemed to plague adults. However, if this child’s dream is a reality than I’m not yet an adult. I still want to go sledding, make a snowman or snowangels and go skiing. ah such is life. Now I just have to find someone to drag along with me, it just seems there’s too many serious adults in this town. 🙂