1. Do you enjoy the cold weather and snow for the holidays?
It doesn't snow much in Vancouver anymore, but we used to buried in white stuff almost every year. As an adult, when I hear about impending snow, I think, Oh shit... fucking people... can't drive on a sunny day... become idiots in the rain... nevermind the snow... It's really freaky to look in your rearview mirror and see a minivan come barrelling towards you, sideways. I got out of the way just in time, but STILL =O
As long as we're far away from cars though, white winter landscapes are amazingly beautiful and very calming to look at. I think this year, I'll try to convince </a></b></a> to go snowshoeing with me. I've never been snowshoeing before, but it sounds better to me than skiing or snowboarding.
As a kid, I loved snow. I don't know of a single child who doesn't lovelovelove both playing in it and the possibility of school being cancelled because of the it. =)
I remember rolling a snowball gathering up as much snow as I could until it was just massive. By the time I was done, you could probably fit more than three of me inside the snowball.
I did this every year it snowed. We lived on a street that's a pretty steep slope. One year, I had the brilliant idea of carrying an armload sized snowball up to the top of the hill and giving it a push so that it would roll down by itself. That way, I didn't have to work so hard at collecting snow. It was pretty comical to watch. For a while it did roll and grow just like on TV. =D =D But near the bottom of the hill, it veered off course, smashed into a tree and broke into bits, missing the neighbour's car by a hair. It would have done substantial damage to the car, it was that big. =P
I collected up all the snow in my front yard, my back yard, the neighbour's yards =) They all loved me for it because then they didn't have to shovel. And I was meticulous about it too, I really sucked up every bit of white stuff. You couldn't tell by looking at their yard that it had snowed at all =)
So, this huge snowball monument would stand in the middle of my front yard. I had noticed when I was little that the bigger the pile of snow, the longer it lasted into the warm weather and still be there. These gigantasmic snowballs would melt slowly and I'd get to see it every day as I went to school and came home, often up to a week after all the snow had disappeared. It was my way of cheating time and making the snowy season last.
I also like the cold because that means bundling up. That means hiding the lumpy, blobby and funny-looking bits of me.