That snowy day was clear and crisp.
My breath came in short gasps.
Hands and feet cold.
In wet gloves, and inadequate shoes.
The brightness hurt my eyes.
But I enjoyed that day like no other before.
That snowy day was clear and crisp.
My breath came in short gasps.
Hands and feet cold.
In wet gloves, and inadequate shoes.
The brightness hurt my eyes.
But I enjoyed that day like no other before.
beetleypete 
I believed it was a childhood memory since it resonated with some of my own. Who cared about wet mittens and runny noses when the snow was so much fun?
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Yes, a snowball fight of legendary status that lasted most of one day. A memory from 1960 that has never left me, it seems.
Best wishes, Pete.
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The context of 8-years old and a snowball fight makes it much clearer. Warmest regards, Theo
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Thanks, Theo. That was a memorable day indeed.
Best wishes, Pete.
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The world is full of snowflakes now despite global warming. They exist in even the hottest of deserts. But let me make the definition of “snowflake” clear and crisp. According to Wikipedia, a snowflake “is a 2010’s derogatory slang term for a person, implying that they have an inflated sense of uniqueness, an unwarranted sense of entitlement, or are overly-emotional, easily offended, and unable to deal with opposing opinions.” It’s enough to make a well-grounded individual gasp in disbelief.
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I try to avoid those modern definitions, David. ‘Snowflakes’ and ‘Helicopter Parents’ remain a mystery to me. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Lovely. Very well done, Pete.
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A memory from 1960, Pam. A snowball fight during the Christmas Holidays. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I loved winter in my childhood. Now, not so much.
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I’m the same. I loved it when we had heavy snow in London then. Now I dread it! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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We have alot of snow and winter weather where I’m from, and this perfectly captured the magic that is a bright, white day in early winter 🌺
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Thanks very much. This is a memory from my childhood in London during a harsh winter. A huge snowball fight on the streets around where I lived, and not wanting to go back home, despite the cold.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you for sharing your memory with us.
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oh i can relate Pete! it is gloomy and rainy here today but we enjoyed gorgeous sunny days in the 70s (21c) the past few days. the highs and lows in Spring!
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This is a childhood memory, Wilma. A big snowball fight, in 1960. No idea why I suddenly remembered it. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I remember similar days, Pete. We put on several pairs of socks, topped by my grandfather’s long wool socks. I have a vivid memories of little balls of ice frozen to the socks when I removed my boots. We particularly loved snow days when school was cancelled and we could play in the snow.
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This was a memory of a very long snowball fight in 1960. No idea why I remembered it. :
We never once had school closed for snow. I had to walk on the ice to get there, and sit in school wrapped up against the cold. All of our parents were working, and there would have been nobody to look after us if we hadn’t gone to school. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Where we lived, we were all transported by bus and often the roads were too dangerous for bus travel.
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I’m a summer person, lol. The worst months for me are January and February.
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This was just a memory of a snowball fight in my childhood. I am not so fond of snow any longer. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Me neither.
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I do love cold weather makes me feel exhilarated….plus MoMo enjoys her walks …..chuq
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This is a childhood memory. Snowball fights, wet clothes, and so cold I was numb. But I did enjoy that day.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I do know what you mean…..down here it is a welcome change from stifling heat of Summer chuq
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I do love the prospect of Winter; snowy outside, but beautifully warm on the inside, all snuggled next to the fireplace. Lovely.
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This is a memory of when I was about 8 years old, (1960) in a harsh London winter. Long before I started to drive, and learned to hate snow on the roads. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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