Journal #22

The thing I love that most about snow is that it means winter is here. With winter comes hot chocolate, sweaters, and Christmas. As a kid, snow was the most exciting thing in the world. The little crystals of water, drifting down from the sky just made us want to go out and play. Making snowmen, snow angles, and forts should be a part of every kid's childhood. Then when we brought in out red-nosed, frozen bodies,our mothers would wrap us in a blanket and make us hot chocolate. That was the way it was for me anyway. As we grow older, snow becomes more a nuisance than a joyous occasion. In our teen years, snow means the hope of getting out of school and scraping the ice of your car. We lose the essence of the wonder of the little snowflakes falling into our open mouths. Snow is no longer that happy feeling, but more of a feeling of work. Shoveling driveways and sidewalks are now a part of our winter routines. Going around the neighborhood making money, with every shovel filled, more money to spend. We stay indoors more now, wrapping ourselves up and watching a movie, with the hot chocolate we make. In a way the snow is a symbol of growing up. The more independent we are from our mothers and fathers, and the less we seem to rely on them. For them though, the snow, although seeming like a major inconvenience for work and errands,  is really a reminder and sweet memory of the kids that they raised and dealing with the fact that they are older now and do not want to go out and play in the snow.Snow is a memory for all, and the childhoods we have finished. Snow way seem like a bad thing, but if we stop and think about it, we will think of the great memories and events of winters past. We can all remember if we try.