Childhood memories...

Childhood memories of the winter season have profoundly been relived this year with the most amazing snowfall in ages! I haven't stopped talking about snow. Everything I do, say or think is attached to snow at the moment. Seasonal changes don't generally affect me so much but on the contrary the Brits do resolve to much talk geared around the weather.

It's not often that childhood memories are evoked unless I force myself to relive it. Isn't it strange that certain things and events usually out of the blue remind you of the past? So quite strangely the snowfall this time around has reminded me nothing but years that have gone by.

In those years left behind us, every winter it snowed as it has done in the past few days. It was part of your life. You walked to school in your wellies trudging in the snow. It wasn’t toilsome. Nobody moaned and whined about the snow. You put your wooly hat on your head, wrapped your scarf around, put you mittens on, and off you went. We even had leg warmers and ear muffs. They were awesomely cute. It was the most normal way of coping with the snow, yet unique in its way.

That's how I want to handle it this time around, except I find myself surrounded by people who are just moaning, a country who cannot cope, a country that cannot use snow in a positive way at all. It's pathetic and sadly a dismal state of the spirit of this country's people, most of whom moan over every seasonal change!

One night last week after the second heavy snowfall, a lot of the kids and teenagers, all sizes were out playing in the snow until late. Watching the scene bought warmth to my heart for this is what it's all about. We would be out, making snowballs and throwing them at each other with hopeless aims. Rolling the snow and making the biggest snowman one could. Those were memories that would reemain within the heart and mind but not evoked often, in fact not in a very long time, until that night. I decided after work that day, that's exactly what we would do, go out into the garden and play in the snow. To remain young at heart you have to free yourself and live a like a child sometimes. There may be memories long gone by but they need not stop, for a collection of memories can never burst to the brim :)

Aisha