I remember the days of youth when nothing, and I mean nothing, could keep me indoors on a winter afternoon. Spring chick that I was, each day my mother would cluck over me as I put on my snow pants, jacket, hat, mittens, jam my feet into a pair of, often too-small, boots, and be off with my friends. We’d sled down hills, explore in the woods, and build snowmen and forts in each of our yards.
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