When I was a kid I loved snow. I loved to make forts. I loved to trade snowballs with my classmates and make a bussiness out of it. I loved sitting in the car while snow covered the glass. It was the little things that made snow great.
Now I hate it. I now have to worry drivng in it and getting in a crash. I have to worry plowing the streets of my work. I have to worry what to wear in it. I get cold and tired and it distractas me from other things. I know I'm getting old.
When does summer come along?
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
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