In my childhood, in my city, the snow arrived in November and stayed till March, and Christmas day we went sliding, later to ski, at least until I did not break my left leg. After that, I begun again what with fear in my guts.
I went skiting on the park's pond, often, and the snow in winter brings back happy childhood memories.
First big snow in 18 years in London, I am told, how happy! I did not have to go away, in the mountains to be able to touch or photograph it, it came to me!
It is true, the first day I was afraid to go out, but with the sunny day, yesterday, I did go slowly as it was really icy on the ground. Looking down or up, though, it is beautiful! And what a pleasure the children have of it! Now, it is their turn.
We have also had beautiful snow out in the country - it must be magical to see the capital like that (although, of course, for those of us who aren't there to start with it's impossible to get there now!)
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