Being a native of Pittsburgh (yee-haw go Steelers!), one was very accustomed to the white fluffy stuff floating down from the sky. One of the reasons (among many others) why my childhood rocked was because of the wintry fun in snow.
Some of my favorite memories:
*snowball fights at the bus stop
*tossing snowballs aimed at the stop sign at said bus stop
*getting in trouble for accidentally hitting a car instead of said stop sign
*sledding down our hill in the backyard
*getting our feet stuck under the tennis court fence at the bottom of said hill
*sticking our tongues to the poles of said chain link fence
*sliding down the swing set slide because it was iced over and you literally flew
So it’s snowing here in the south. But it’s such a crock. IT AIN’T STICKING!!
Will my children ever see snow accumulated on the ground???
I think not.
**Disclaimer–No, my family did not have tennis courts in our backyard. Our property line butted up to the neighborhood pool and tennis club.**