Remember a time when I was a kid and together with all of the other kids of my age, we were happy to have snow.. and of course we couldn't understand the grown-ups around who were complaining about it. I still love the snow, no matter how cold it is, no matter how bad the traffic becomes, no matter how slippery the pavement is, no matter how bad my hair looks like because of it..
I just wonder what happened with the others of the same age as me, who now hate it..
(image: collage of pictures taken from my window)