Winter is cold.

 The snow always makes my neighborhood look like it’s in the middle of nowhere, or maybe a Chrismas card. Oh wait, I am in the middle of nowhere…

I think back to my childhood every time it snows. I used to live in a neighborhood filled with children my age and there was an elderly woman who lived across the street. She had a really large yard – it stretched from one street to another. Once in a while, if there was rain after the snowfall, her entire yard would freeze over. It wouldn’t be frozen enough for ice skates or anything, but we’d all lie on our backs and use our legs to push ourselves away from her fence to see how far we could glide across the smooth, cold ground.

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