REMEMBER THE WINTERS of fun?
You could hardly wait to rush out the door and slog through freshly-fallen snow, plowing furrows for a game of fox-and-goose.
You could barely wait for Dad to push bucketsful of snow from the farmyard with his tractor and loader into mountains suitable for scaling.
You excitedly dug into the sides of snowdrifts, hard as bedrock, to carve out snow caves.
You raced across the tops of those snowdrifts, up and down and all around the world of white.
You packed snow into hard balls, aiming for siblings, wiggling and screaming at the brother who grabbed your collar and stuffed ice-cold snow down the back of your neck.
And when the snow was the perfect consistency, you rolled and packed it into big balls, shoving and grunting and straining, working together with classmates or siblings to build a snowman or a snow fort.
Such were the winters of my childhood on a southwestern Minnesota farm. Fierce. Brutal. But, mostly, fun.
Today, living through one of our snowiest winters in forever, I am reminded of those childhood winters. I would be wise to remember the fun I once experienced on the cold, snowy, wind-swept Minnesota prairie.
WHAT ARE YOUR MEMORIES of childhood winters?
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