I’m 78. It’s called winter...happens every year here in Upstate NY. Still trying to figure out why we loved it as a kid.
I hear you!
I grew up in upstate NY, too, and we did love it as kids. Sledding, snowball fights, building snow forts and igloos, backyard ice rinks. It was easy on Dad, too, because he just had to command “Go shovel the driveway, son.”
14 years there, then 7 in nearly-as-cold Missouri. Then I wised up, packed up, and went to CA where it was a lot warmer and MUCH sunnier year round.
So we bought a summer place in North Idaho five years ago where I am right now. It is 9 degrees outside at the moment with a foot of snow on the ground. Ugh! My wife loves it year-round here so the idea of summers here blew up. But I’m going back to our California place after Christmas and stay there until May. I think the difference is she didn’t grow up in winter areas and spend 20 years figuring out how to leave it behind.
She and our daughter who came for a last minute weekend visit just went skiing. Lots of good skiing around here.