Making snow angels

My husband caught me in the act. I didn’t think anyone was watching.

It was a snow day. Schools closed. My scheduled work drives cancelled. The storm had brought 30cm+ snow over night. 

Perfect conditions for making a snow angel. Pure joy.

When I came inside the house he showed me the photo. I always liked making snow angels as a kid, I tell him. It’s been a few winters. I wear my snow pants now for extra warmth, not for playing in the snow. It’s hard to resist however flopping down on a good layer of fresh fluffy snow. 

Swish swish.

The weekend brings another winter storm. Snow falling outside, I am flipping through old photos and what did I find?!  A young me in a fashionable 1970s snowsuit, brown with yellow highlights, sitting up after making her snow angel (the hardest part is getting up without messing your imprint!) It made me think how we each have interests, hobbies, traits or quirks from childhood that stick with us. Things we used to enjoy that brought us joy. They may be forgotten, but not truly gone. 

Like my husband who was giddy with excitement when we visited the aviation museum in Ottawa a couple years ago. He was happily inspecting each aircraft as he spouted out the names from the Avro Arrow to the Lancaster. He knew them all. This was when I learned his childhood hobby was painting model airplanes.

It’s fun to let the kid inside out to play. 

Caveat: I also get the urge to do cartwheels when I see a nice open patch of grass, but I resist letting the gymnast in me out to play. I don’t want the awkward conversation with my Osteopath about how I put my back out. So, play within reason.