Insatiable Theic

I no longer live where it snows, on purpose.  Too many years in the frozen hinterlands, miserable months without feeling your toes.  Ugh!

But this old postcard reminded me of the days when it wasn't so bad.  Too young to be responsible for shoveling the walk or driving to work.  A day out of school, perhaps.  And even when your hands turned red from the cold, you pretended you didn't feel it just to keep playing...