Remember when you would get up and watch cartoons until 10 in your pajamas, eating sugary cereal? Or you tried and tried to stay up on New Year’s Eve because you were allowed to stay up late but you couldn’t quite do it? Your eyes getting heavier and heavier.
Snow was a magical thing. Piles and piles of snow where your playground. Forts, tunnels, snow ball fights, rosy cheeks, mittens crusted in ice. Then some hot chocolate when you would go inside.
The characters in your books were you best friends. You wanted to be transported into Never Never Land, through the Looking Glass or visit Pooh Corner.