Winter Wonderland

[Keroin]

Knowing that I have two to three more months of cold/snow ahead, I am digging up pleasant winter memories out of the mental snowbank to make me feel better about not being able to flee south this year.

Feel free to join me.


In junior high, I joined the ski club with three of my best friends, who were all boys and all fantastic skiers. I was not a fantastic skier. I was a newbie. I was, however, crazy.

Every Wednesday, the bus pulled up at lunch to take us up to Grouse Mountain to ski until 9pm. I followed my friends all over the mountain, down black diamond runs that I was definitely not good enough to do. The number of times I wiped out in horrific fashion was likely in the triple digits by the end of the season. But talk about your steep learning curves. I went from bunny hills to shredding moguls and doing jumps in a matter of months.

I'll never forget how good it felt to fall into bed every Wednesday night, absolutely exhausted, beat up, and happy.

 

[OzoneRed]

When I was 3 or 4 years old, my father built an igloo in the back yard. I can remember being surprised how light it was inside, as the sunlight filtered through the blocks of snow.

Wading through knee-deep snow to get to school, sometime before sixth grade. Mind you, my knees were a lot closer to the ground at that age.

In college, me and some of my dorm mates went out in the middle of the night and built a snow wall around the main entrance of the dorm next door.

 

[Keroin]

In college, me and some of my dorm mates went out in the middle of the night and built a snow wall around the main entrance of the dorm next door.

Classic!

 

[intothewoods]

Once we went on a ski trip. I grew up in a warm climate. It was a harrowing childhood, but I've tried to cope the best that I can.

 

[WriterDom]

I have a ton of great snow memories as a child. Now I'd be perfectly cool with going from October right to April.

I saw some snow today. Fuck. If it lasts more than three days on the ground it means it will snow again.

 

[wicked woman]

I remember when my sons were young, my parents visiting, we were all walking through the park near our home. The fresh new snow made the park look magical. My sons and I were making angels in the snow. My sons started a snow ball fight with their grandfather, who uncharacteristically joined in. Simple but precious.

 

[Bette_coquette]

I used to live outside Chicago as a teenager. I remember one night walking to a friend's house. It was snowing with no wind. The night sounds were muffled as I walked down the middle of the street in unmarked snow. I still remember the beauty of that night and it makes me (sometimes) miss the snow.

 

[Keroin]

I used to live outside Chicago as a teenager. I remember one night walking to a friend's house. It was snowing with no wind. The night sounds were muffled as I walked down the middle of the street in unmarked snow. I still remember the beauty of that night and it makes me (sometimes) miss the snow.

One thing I do love about snow is how, in the bigger cities, the way it mutes and muffles sound. It's like nature's way of turning the volume down on us.

 

[catalina_francisco]

One thing I do love about snow is how, in the bigger cities, the way it mutes and muffles sound. It's like nature's way of turning the volume down on us.

Coming from a hot and humid climate that was one of the first things I noticed here when it snowed...I love it. And it is so much fun when you have time ad no-one around to wonder why granny is acting like a kid...found a discarded piece of cardboard kids had been using in place of a sled on my walk last week, so as no-one was in sight, I put down the camera bag and let myself have some fun sliding down the slope on it.

Catalina

 

[YourCaptor]

I'll never forget how good it felt to fall into bed every Wednesday night, absolutely exhausted, beat up, and happy.

And so the BDSMness begins.

 

[YourCaptor]

I remember building an igloo on a lake and finding a fish frozen in the ice in the center of the igloo. Watching my dad sled down a hill and suddenly disappear, he fell into a foxhole. And in school putting snowballs in peoples backpacks so it melts and makes the ink on their papers run and they fail the day. And ice skating to school without skates. Licking icicles like popsicles. Playing hockey on a pond and crashing into frozen reeds because I never learned how to slow down, only speed up. Winter is fun.

 

[Daddy2mylilgirl]

I remember me and my brother jumping off the neighbor's ten foot high deck into about a four foot high snow drift over and over and over. Scary at first, but a whole lotta fun.

 

[callinectes2]

I remember moving from New Orleans to Oklahoma and having to go shopping for winter coats. I mean REAL winter coats. It was a paradigm shift for us.

 

[midwestyankee]

I remember snow drifts that reached close to the second-story windows of our house and needing to shovel the driveway every three to four hours for almost a week to keep up with the incoming snow.

 

[Keroin]

Pets and snow, that can be fun.

An old dog of mine used to love chasing snowballs. Of course it would drive her bonky when she couldn't find the "ball" in the deep snow, which meant I would have to keep making them and throwing them...for hours. (She had me well trained, lol).

My Emily, on the other hand, was not a fan of snow. At all. And yet, the strangest thing happened the first year we spent up here in Nelson. She went outside one day and just hung out and explored. It was so strange, in fact, that I collected photographic evidence. She stayed outside for hours, while L and I cracked up inside.

http://i892.photobucket.com/albums/ac126/Keroin/Emsnow1.jpg

http://i892.photobucket.com/albums/ac126/Keroin/Emsnow2.jpg

Weird cat. Gosh I miss her.

 

[YourCaptor]

Pets and snow, that can be fun.

An old dog of mine used to love chasing snowballs. Of course it would drive her bonky when she couldn't find the "ball" in the deep snow, which meant I would have to keep making them and throwing them...for hours. (She had me well trained, lol).

My Emily, on the other hand, was not a fan of snow. At all. And yet, the strangest thing happened the first year we spent up here in Nelson. She went outside one day and just hung out and explored. It was so strange, in fact, that I collected photographic evidence. She stayed outside for hours, while L and I cracked up inside.

http://i892.photobucket.com/albums/ac126/Keroin/Emsnow1.jpg

http://i892.photobucket.com/albums/ac126/Keroin/Emsnow2.jpg

Weird cat. Gosh I miss her.

Silly Kitten, I love how cat's often have quirky personalities.