Isn't it amazing how a simple snow storm can reverse your maturity by 15 years? Earlier today, I found myself galavanting through what looked like an arctic blast. I was jumping into snow banks, throwing snow balls, and yelling and laughing my head off. And when I came back to being 23, I realized I was in the parking lot of my school with my co-workers.
What is it about inclement weather that makes us naturally act like a little kid? Walking in a summer shower. Puddle jumping. Snowball fights. I mean, what's the draw? I know that after the fun is over, I'll just end up looking like wet dog (and maybe smelling like them). Yet, I can't keep myself from wanting to run outside anytime I see rain or snow.
Inclement weather also seems to make me braver/less safe. I just got in from "night sledding." After speeding down a hill over and over, we decided to build a ramp out of snow to see if we could fly over the frozen hay bales protecting us from sliding across the frozen pond in front of us. We succeeded, and almost fell into the pond, but it was awesome.
Even now, I'm anxiously awaiting school to be cancelled tomorrow so I can go sledding again. It probably won't happen, but it's still fun to think about it. Cross your fingers.
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