Yesterday we finally got some snow. Kids got out early from school, and my kids didn’t want to come in.
I couldn’t help smiling at the memories of my own childhood. . . . Making snow angels, throwing snow balls, building snowmen, pink frozen noses and cheeks. Then coming in to hot chocolate and toast.
We read “The Snowy Day,” by Ezra Jack Keats, and the afternoon was a perfect little picture of a childhood winter.
So what is your favorite winter book? What are your favorite memories of a childhood winter?