Yes there was a time in my life when the thought of winter approaching was so exciting!! My how things have changed!! But nothing can take away those awesome winter memories back in the good ol’ days….
The experience of building a snow fort was magical. For a little girl, to be designing and crafting her own house made entirely of snow was something that consumed my thoughts. I would dig and scoop and sit and stare then dig and scoop some more until I was sitting comfortably in my own little house. I’d even be sweating I was putting so much energy into it!!
My dad used to take us on skidoo rides through the paths in the Forrest behind our house. It was thrilling! Dad drove pretty fast from my perspective and although I was somewhat terrified at times, it was my daddy driving and so I trusted his control. I hung on tightly around his waist. I loved the winter wonderland we drove through and the smell of the exhaust. Even to this day, if I smell skidoo in the air, I am instantly transported back with a smile on my face.
I’ve discovered after being here in Ontario for 21 years that no one knows what coasting is! Tobogganing is the term! But coasting down the large hill behind our house was an absolute delight!! I usually went with my brothers and neighbours which made it all the more fun. I was a screamer. Very rarely would I make to the bottom without some wild howling!
Ok maybe not everyone’s pick but I really enjoyed finding a patch of perfect white snow, finding a way to get into it without leaving tracks, creating a perfect angel shape, then carefully rolling out to maintain the form. It was a challenge I embraced!
My best winter memory is coming into a warm house after all these outdoor activities. There was always a smell of food cooking or baking and mom usually had the hot chocolate ready. My toes would be frozen and dad would warm them up with his hands. My cheeks were burning cold and red and there was a sense of calm. It was so comforting.