There is no greater fun — when it isn’t killing you — than living in cold weather. Cold weather brings snow, the chill of football in the air, and the crisp snap of impending holiday cheer.
Growing up in Nebraska, you learned to love the cold because you couldn’t escape its nasty bite. When it snowed, the drifts would rise to ten feet.
Our house had a basketball court sized driveway so when it snowed, I was out there in the deep of it shoveling — by hand because it built character — that snow into mounds for three hours at a stretch.
Unlike city living, where the snow is a burden and a traffic danger, snow in the Midwest is — after being pushed from the streets by snowplows — friendly on lawns and delightful on playgrounds.
Making Snow Angels and Snowmen were the rites of childhood and throwing
yourself belly-first on a Flexible Flyer steel runner sled and speeding it down a giant hill with your boots kicking in the air behind you is a delight those who live in the perpetual sunshine of warm weather can never begin to imagine what they’re missing.