So when did snow and winter become something we adults dread? Perhaps it's the cleaning off of the car. Or maybe it's sitting in traffic or behind the paranoid woman going 15 when there's a light dusting. Whatever it is, we adults need to loosen up and have some fun!
Yesterday Scott, my boyfriend, and I cleaned off our vehicles. We had been lazing around in pjs all day and only threw on our winter coats. Of course I couldn't pass up throwing a few snowballs at Scott while he cleaned off the car.
Thankfully for him, my aim is so bad I could only hit him from a few feet away. To make it more fair, we stood about 50 feet away from each other (give or take a few feet). The objective, to actually hit him with a snowball.
He wasn't doing very good either. He'd lob together the heavy wet snow and send a ball flying three feet to my left. I chuckled. Of course my attempt sent it soaring to the right. I tried using my bowling tactics: focus on the target. Well, that worked a few times.
After getting bored with this, I ran to the lawn and took a dive. Literally, I did a somersault dive onto the lawn. Granted there's about three inches of snow. Some glitch in my brain tells me this is just like jumping on three inches of padding. Sadly no.
However, with my cold pj bottoms acting as my only real padding against the wet and cold, I was somehow protected. I tried getting Scott to roll around with me, but he gave me the "I don't want to make myself look like an idiot (like you) on the front lawn."
After rolling around and jumping like some crazy squirrel (there is a crazy kung fu squirrel in the backyard that likes to use a twig as a staff), I managed to get him to admit he didn't want to a) hurt himself, and b)do it in the front yard.
Thankfully as I ran into the backyard, he followed. After one successful roll in the snow, Scott started building a snowman. That didn't go over so well. Three inches of snow does not a snowman make. Unless you want to shovel the entire backyard.
Once the cold really started setting in, we went inside. But during my entire snow romp, I kept noting how old and fuddy duddy we've become. When did we stop enjoying the snow? When do adults shed their lust for fun? Or rather when do they grow callused to it all?
Take some time to go out and have fun in the snow. Make a snowball. Make snow angels. Or as Scott said, "I'm not making a snow angel. But I'll make a snow man." Appreciate the weather and stop making into something you have to endure.
Enjoy it! Be like a kid. Roll in the snow. I promise you won't get hurt (though my butt is kind of sore today).