Snow: From Amigo to Annoyance

As the snow first fell to the ground a week ago I couldn’t help but shake my head as my younger brother jumped up with joy. It seems as you get older, the less you enjoy snow. Maybe its because of all the responsibility that comes with the snow as you age, but I can remember when I was just like my brother, hoping that it would snow 3 feet. Back in 2000 when we had our blizzard, I played outside for hours on end in the white, fluffy, pure joy that was snow. As a young child, snow is the greatest thing since discovering ice cream. Its soft, mysterious, and formidable like a life sized clay modeling set to let your imagination run wild. But as you age, you tend to view it differently. You have to start shoveling your driveway, salting your sidewalks, driving in haphazard conditions and cranking up your heat. A patch of ice that used to be a fun slip and slide is now just a risk of breaking a bone. But still as I look out the window while doing my essays for English class, I can’t help wish I was like my brother, getting to take full advantage of the joys of the winter season without thinking about the negatives. Hopefully once this season I will be able to clear my schedule and play outside in the snow with my brother to try and recreate the feelings I used to have.