I was five or six and it started snowing while I was in class at school and I got in trouble because it was distracting me to see and the teacher didn’t understand I hadn’t seen snow before. Frustratingly my punishment was that I couldn’t have playground time, which would’ve gotten me acquainted with the snow some more, so a week later it began to snow again and the cycle continued one more time, except this time I snuck out to see this snow and got into more trouble.

As someone years went by my relationship with snow would change… completely.