But in winter, to this small girl, it was an enchanted fairyland of beauty. Deep drifts of snow sparkled in the sunlight and the glassy ice glittered. I remember Grandpa holding my hand, showing me how to slide on the slippery surface. One day, he carried an old bucket out of the barn with a piece of rope tied to the bail. He turned the bucket upside down on the ice, sat me on top of it and gave me the ride of my life.
Giggles burst forth.
Grandpa's blue eyes twinkled with deviltry as he chuckled heartily. Other times, we would toss snowballs at each other or play Fox and Goose. My favorite game was simple but delightful. Grandpa and I took turns blowing into the frosty air. The winner was the one who made the largest cloud of vapor.