A winter wonderland
Button up your duffle coat, don your scarf and mittens and come with us for a snow-covered trip through ....
What are your memories of childhood winters? Going to bed watching the first flakes of snow drift past the bedroom window hoping that we’d wake up to a winter wonderland? While Mum and Dad worried about how they were going to get to work, we were impatient to race outside and be the first to leave a trail of footprints in that undisturbed crisp, white snow. On the doorstep, a plug of frozen milk had pushed the top off the milk bottle but we’d no time for breakfast. Never before had we been so eager to don coats and gloves (threaded through our coat sleeves on a piece of elastic to stop us losing them) and set off to school. The streets were eerily quiet, apart from the squeals as we chased each other, and the thud as another snowball hit its target. The battle raged all the way to school and by the time we arrived, mittens and coats were soaking wet and our fingers and toes tingled from the cold. The journey home was no less exciting as we dashed off to make a snowman in the front garden or to the park with our friends; teaming up to see who could gather together the biggest snowball and knowing it would last long after the rest of the snow was gone. Clever dads would engineer a makeshift sled for us to drag up the nearest hill. It always took ages to trudge up and just seconds to come careering down – often landing in a heap at the bottom. Finally, cold, tired and soaking wet, we’d traipse home hoping desperately that Mum would have lit the fire and made something warm for tea!
What are your memories of snowy winters? Write to the usual address and let us know