Remember: Bundle Up

     I remember a time when I actually enjoyed the cold weather.  When I was little I couldn't wait for it to snow. I used to turn my pajamas inside out and pray for snow. Snow meant a day off from school to play outside. My favorite cold weather memory is from my grandparents' property in Pennsylvania.  When we were young we used to plead with our grandparents to battle the snow and make the 3 hour journey up there.  We would depart Nutley and as we traveled northwest the weather always got colder and colder. Until our destination was met, we arrived at the gates to our property.
      We were always anxious to get our snow gear on and go play, but had to help unload the car and put things away.  This one time I went out and wanted to build a snow man, but not just any snow man a giant snowman. I started with the head and just kept rolling and rolling until I found it to be of a sufficient size. Eventually, my Grandpa came out to help because I could no longer roll the huge balls of snow.  Then we assembled him and I ran to get sticks to use as arms. My Grandma let me use a carrot for the nose and real buttons for his jacket! Then rocks were put on for his eyes and mouth. However, my Grandpa had to do the face decorations because I couldn't reach the snowman's head. In my imagination this was the biggest snowman ever created. In actuality, I was little so that probably made my perspective off. I doubt the snowman was as big as I thought, but in my memory he is larger than life.
     Every time the frigid winter air makes me shiver I remember how I used to enjoy the cold.  As I impatiently await the warmth of summer I reminisce about the fun I used to have in the snow. What are some of your cold weather memories?

                                                         This isn't my snowman