Fanning Files
February 10, 2021
By Me
As I sat and watched the snow fall and the banks pile up, a memory popped into my head from my childhood. Like so many old thoughts retrieved and rewound from the depths of my gray matter, I was not sure how old I was. It seems as though a lot of my past experiences tend to be lumped into one past and distinguishing my own age during that lump is sometimes hard to do.
When we were very small, we always knew when there was a lot of snow outside without having to put on any boots or hat...
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