I don't like snow. I don't like being cold. In fact, I hate it. I dread it. I despise it.

It wasn't always this way. I loved ice skating back at the fairgrounds and at Pleasant Avenue School until my toes were so cold, they felt like they would fall off. Building snow forts and having snowball fights were great fun until I got a snowball in the face. My mother knitted us new mittens almost every year. They weren't very warm and quickly got wet, but we wore them anyway and no one actually froze any fingers off. Snowmen, oh the snowmen we built. My Dad helped us make one as tall as the gutters on our house. We always prayed for more snow to get a day off from school. There were longs lists of closings and our school always seemed to be the last one to close. Looking back now, I realize that was the one we listened for and then, once we heard it, we shut the radio off, so it was the last one to close.

The last few years, snow has not been fun, just a big pain in the butt. I liked it for Christmas, but that was it. This year, it seems to be never ending. It has been so cold, it doesn't melt all the way and it seems every morning, it's snowing again. I absolutely hate it! I can't wait for warmer weather!