Blogless Brother is reminiscing about how much fun snow used to be when he was a kid (looks like he actually dragged out his spellchecker for this one, so it's a good read).

Since I grew up in the same house with him, I know what he's talking about.

Although he forgot the BEST part of any snowstorm - the 20 ft. tall mountains at the edge of the Sentry Food Store parking lots.

First the big challenge - can you make it to the top? Sometimes it seemed like the steps were built in, and ascension was a matter of seconds. Sometimes you got halfway up and then one leg plunged in up to your nuts. Have fun getting out of THAT hole.

On particularly fortuitous days, there'd be a smooth section where you could lie on your back and slide down. Of course, usually there'd be at least one bumpy spot where you'd dislocate your spine, but since you were just a kid, it'd snap right back into place and you'd be ready to try it again.

Then there was MY favorite hobby - wear smooth-soled shoes, get a running start, then slllliiiiiddddde... with good snow and a smooth undersurface, you might make it 20 feet or so. Of course, if you did it on a sidewalk, you'd likely catch a crack and go stumble-crashing into the ground. Didn't matter. It was just part of the challenge.

Of course, here in my old age, I make sure that my soles have lots of good grip, and anytime I have to walk over snow, it's done at a prudent velocity. Don't want to break a hip, ya know.

And for the most part, snow is just that crap I have to get out of the driveway.

But the magic's not ALL gone.

Because I have a delivery job.

And sometimes, when the streets are empty of cars, but not of snow & ice, and I have to make a delivery to a house on the left side of the street...

...that long-lost 8-year-old's grin re-appears...

Give the car some gas... yank up on the hand-brake... cut the wheel hard left...

Perfect parking job.

And the magic is back.

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