If we have lovely crisp settled snow I quite like to go for a walk in it but it is a long time since I played in it and built a snowman, it doesn’t quite have the same fascination for me these days. The cold and damp just get into the bones too quickly and re-heating takes far too long!
When I was around 7 or 8 we had a fall of snow that was quite distracting for me as it caused me to have an early encounter with forgetfulness.
Coming out of school I made my way home, playing all the way, when I arrived home I found that my Mum was not at home, did it bother me? Did I wonder where she was? No, of course not, there was a whole courtyard of snow to play with and play I did for ages, in fact until my hand were frozen red and I couldn’t feel my feet.
So I eventually began to wonder where Mum was and thinking about it I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to go straight to Grandma’s house from school and meet my Mum there. I can still remember that stone in the stomach feeling as of fright as I realised I was in trouble.
I brushed myself down and started running towards the gate, knowing I was now very, very late just as my Mother appeared in the gateway.
And the cry of generations of children left my lips “I’m sorry I forgot”!!!!!!
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