To a child, winter days are fun. I have fond memories of snowball fights and building snowmen with my siblings for hours until we were forced to come inside to thaw out. My optimism for the season was unwavering in my youth and reflected the fun and joy throughout childhood, though my adult mind thinks of the cold seasons slightly differently today. The levity for the season still glows, but survival is always at the forefront of my mind as an adult when I see the snow fly I think of shoveling snow, slippery roads, and the ever-growing heat bill...
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