Remembering Snow

Do I really want to sit here and tell tales about my memories of snow? If there were little people here and I wanted to keep them entertained I could tell stories of snowball battles, of sledding at Front park on a hill above the marina in view of the Peace Bridge. I remember when we (brothers and I) got a new sleigh with a steering mechanism that you worked with your feet. And it worked. You could start turning as you neared the bottom of the hill and make a 90 degree turn before you hit the snow bank at the bottom which kept you from going out into the road.
     I remember riding the toboggan down the hill at our first house in barren hill and smashing the front on a hidden tree stump.
     I remember the hood of the old car that became a sled. I remember loading groceries on it to carry them from the road to the house. I remember also towing it behind the skidoo with little riders.
    Ah but now snow is only something to be endured. A burden to bear until spring comes. But then would I appreciate spring as much if it wasn't preceded by winter's icy blasts? I remember when I was in Miami how I missed the change of seasons. But I don't remember that I missed winter as such. If it weren't cold could I enjoy the snow? Silly question because if it weren't cold it wouldn't be snow. I think of "sand boarding" which I believe is done.  Ah so but enough.