When I was a kid, I remember my dad shoveling the snow out of the driveway and off of the roof and using the excess to build my siblings and me sled runs. We d climb to the top in impatient excitement with our little black and pink round sleds and slide our way halfway across the front yard. Oh, all right. That happened last year.
Snow can be a beautiful thing.
But as I get older, I m starting to immensely dislike the fluffy white stuff that falls from the sky, and there are many reasons for this. But during the dreary winter months, the drive time becomes an endless time warp of wracked nerves and white knuckles. This year, slippery roads and snowdrifts are an even bigger worry for me than they ve been before. I use to drive a little red Sundance until I lost my transmission somewhere along Whittaker Road last semester. I have a leased Ranger now, and I am terrified of the snow.