Although I was born in the northern states, I could never get quite used to the colder weather.
I did not prefer Snow afternoons, unlike most children, nor did I ever participated in the snowman building or angel making.
Why would you purposely shove yourself into cold ice & roll in it? It always seemed stupid to me, & baffled myself and others to no end when our own siblings & family would join in on the “fun” Another section of residing in the colder states was always having to practically hug our heating machine whenever it was winter, I spent so various fifths right next to the heating unit. I guess I am an oddball, however as soon as I was 19 & residing on our own, & I moved much further down into the much warmer southern states. Here, I no longer had to worry about continuous snowfall & cold weather. Wintertide was still cold, although I just turn our oil furnace up & the problem goes away. That was a year ago & this week, our uncle called myself and others to also complaining about the cold weather. I listened, amused by her struggles with battling the cold, & remembering how terrible it was. I provided to help her transfer down in the southern states if she was ever interested, & she seemed to consider it. She continued to complain that the cold was just too much, & that their furnace was never keeping the apartment hot enough. Apparently, it was so cold there that even when their heating unit was overworking itself, it still wasn’t hot enough! Once she was done complaining, I happily made myself a tepid chocolate & turned the heating component up high, happy that I was long past those afternoons.