A NOTE FROM NORTHERN MICHIGAN

My friend's kids don't think it's plausible when I tell them, "Back in the day, when I was a kid, the snow piles alongside the roads were as big a mountain." Despite that these kids grew up in Northen Michigan, I find myself trying to describe every aspect of what it was like to trudge through the snow with our sleds until we reached the top of a hill just so we could glide back down. Afterwards, we tunneled through snow piles and built forts. I can see why they might be skeptical. I mean, here it is the middle of January and there's only a dusting of snow on the ground. It makes me wonder if today's kids will ever get to experience the heavy snowfalls of the past. I hope so, because if they don't, they'll be missing out on some of my fondest childhood memories.