Growing up in the southern parts of the United States, I rarely saw snow. Maybe once or twice a year it'd flurry a bit for an hour or two, nothing major enough to stick. But whenever it did stick, it was basically a guaranteed Snow Day. I loved snow days. Staying at home, playing in the snow, enjoying a day off from school was just so enjoyable.
Now that I've moved up north for college, I see snow all the time. Because the people up here are actually competent at clearing snow, we still have school every single day, even when it's snowing like mad and it hits like -30 windchill. Fuck the north. Fuck snow. Oh snow, how I hate you so.
It's cold as hell, but man that snowman I made this morning was awesome.