I would have been 7-8 years old. The snow fell nearly three feet deep. Almost as tall as I was then.
I hadn’t really seen snow like that before. I ran outside, in the freezing cold, no jacket or heavy clothing, and jumped into the snow bank just outside the door, across the freshly shovelled brick pathway.
I was so exited, I didn’t care how cold it was. It was amazing to me at the time.
A child of the frozen north.
I love the cold and snow.