I know there's still Thanksgiving to think about, but something I like about winter has come: snow. There aren't great big piles of it everywhere, there's only enough to make the ground look white. I've grown up playing in snow, so I'm glad to see it again. It brings back memories of all the activities that I used to do: sledding down hills, building snowmen, making snowangels, and watching my brothers ice skate and have snowball fights. So many wonderful times.