I'M SO GLAD IT DOESN'T SNOW HERE!
(except for last year for an hour, and like that one time in 1974)
Yes, go ahead and throw your snowballs at me!
New Years Day we'd all climb in the car or truck or whatever we were driving at the time and head up to the hills to play in the snow. It would take us at least an hour maybe two, I'm not sure exactly how long now, but it was a bit. We'd get up to where there was snow and start looking for a place to pull over and play.
Everyplace was ALWAYS on the left side of the road. Which requires us turning around to park along the side of the road. There would never be any place to turn around. Too many people. No place to park. Not a good enough hill. We aren't PAYING to go there...
The man would start complaining. I'd be trying to bite my tongue. It would be bleeding. I'd say something, he'd get pissed. We'd start yelling. Eventually we'd just pick somewhere that was "good enough" to get out of the vehicle.
The last year we went I decided I wasn't going down on the sled. I'm not sure WHY I didn't want to. I probably thought I'd get hurt and/or didn't want to climb up the hill. Plus Trevor was little so I had to take care of him. I remember CAREFULLY walking across the snow when BAM!! I slipped and flew UP in the air and fell SMACK on my back and hit my head.