05 January 2012

When I Was Younger

I used to think that freshly fallen snow was one of the most beautiful things ever. I would get so upset when someone would walk across it, ruining it forever (or until the next time it snowed).

Now I still like the look of freshly fallen snow, but I also enjoy heavily trampled snow because it usually means someone (or 3 little someones in this case) had a seriously good time, thoroughly enjoying themselves in the snow.

1 comment:

Meagan said...

Growing up in Canada winter always meant snow...and lots of it. I am definitely bummed that Ashby will not get the same kind of winter experience that I did as a child.