When I was a youngster, I loved visiting my grandparents during the winter. There was always a lot of snow and my siblings, cousins and I would play outside for as long as we were allowed. The folks would slap a sock cap on our heads and make sure we wore a pair of woolen mittens and any available coat, then off we would go. I can remember enjoying it, but I can’t really remember getting cold. We usually came in when our cheeks and fingers were completely numb, but not before.
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Thursday, November 5, 2009
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