I remember/I don't remember

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I remember actually liking the snow when I was a kid. That's pretty normal. I guess it would be abnormal for a kid to dislike the snow. I used to walk to school with my best friend Sara and her little brother Alex and we'd climb over every single snowbank, our own version of mountain climbing. We'd be wearing our big puffy coats, probably some shade of hot pink or purple or both. Once in sixth grade I was climbing a particularly icy snow bank and I slipped and hit my mouth on it. It hurt a lot, but Sara told me it was okay. I asked some other people at school if my mouth was okay and they all said yeah. It wasn't until I got home that day that I looked in the mirror and saw a huge red gash splitting my lip. Liars.

I don't remember when winter lost its charm for me. Went through puberty and suddenly the idea of lying down in the snow and waving my arms and legs to make an "angel" became appalling. I think I came down with my first case of cabin fever when I was fourteen and February just seemed like it was going on forever. I still like the first snow, when it's soft and coats every tree branch and makes everything look new and fresh and blank. Then after about a week when it turns into ice and the cars make it all gray and you want to dress cute but it's so cold you just put on pants and a sweater, I'm over it.