We built snow forts, snow tunnels, snowmen. We drove our sled in spinning patterns on the iced-over creek behind our house. I even had a friend who was given the option of a television in her home or a snowmobile. She chose the snowmobile.
When we moved to the South, I missed the snow and the winters. Spring became my least favorite season. Allergies. Not quite summer. No harsh winter from which to recover.
In the South, Fall became my favorite season. Football games. Bonfires. Jeans and sweatshirts.
Then I moved to Singapore, where it was 90 degrees year-round. I remember scrubbing down my balcony in the heat on Christmas Day. Summer didn't become my favorite season, it was my only season.
But now I am back in a land where winters are harsh. We've heard it has snowed in May here. Sometimes it snows and doesn't melt for months. I remember Ross wearing a jacket that first June here, we had become so accustomed to Singapore's heat.