Brief musing on snow

[splinteredstar]

One of the great differences between adults and children is this: when an adult looks at snow, they think, "Oh great, I can't go anywhere", while a child thinks, "Must play!"

And then there are teenagers who, depending on the region, think, "Sweet! No school!"




(Sorry, I'm stuck in that great big ICE STORM OF DOOM that hit the middle of the US. Three inches of snow, half inch of ice, and then another three inches of snow. Dangerous, but pretty. And I just got in from rolling around in the backyard and chasing my dogs. Yay.) 

Comments

[speaky-bean.livejournal.com]

Oh god, yeah. When I was little I used to romp around in the snow like a crazy person. I think that ended when I was a teenager and I had just come home from my friend's house in the middle of a blizzard. Getting home was hellish, and the instant I finally walked in the door my mom said 'oh your siblings are out playing in the snow' why don't you go join them? And that just seemed ludicrous. I haven't wanted to do it since. I wish I could. I hope when I have kids maybe I'll be able to get that back again.

[starsplinter.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that would do it... Having pets that romp around in the snow helps, too. My dog has the personality of a hyperactive three year old, so... I'm sure you'll be able to eventually.