For some reason I never grew out of liking snow. When you’re a kid, you think snow is the coolest. You can do all kinds of fun things you couldn’t normally do. You can build things out of snow. Like snowmen. No matter how much I rolled a ball of snow around it was never big enough for a snowman. I always felt like I should make mine bigger. It always got too heavy for me to lift.

Another thing you can do with snow is have a snowball fight. We’d build forts on opposite ends of the yard and try to nail each other. It really doesn’t matter how many times you hit each other. The fun part is just throwing it.

Then there’s snow forts. One year my friend and I started building a mini ski hill in my back yard on top of the picnic table. It worked great and after awhile we got bored and hollowed it out under the picnic table. It was a sweet fort.

Sledding appeals to me even to this day. There’s nothing better than sliding down a hill as fast as you can. I guess I always was a speed addict.

For those who don’t know I was a ski racer in high school. I think a big part of why I enjoyed snow is because it brings back memories of skiing. In my earlier years it was just weekends goofing around away from home. When I got older, I got more serious and raced. 5 days a week I would be on the hill skiing or practicing. Saturday practices were awesome because we could go out for practice in the morning and spend the rest of the day there.

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