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.
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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.
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